It dropped so low -- in my Regard --
I heard it hit the Ground --
And go to pieces on the Stones
At bottom of my Mind --
Yet blamed the Fate that flung it -- less
Than I denounced Myself,
For entertaining Plated Wares
Upon My Silver Shelf --
It is said that at times Emily would randomly drop the things she was carrying. It is one of the symptoms of epilepsy. I wonder if this is what this poem is about?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.............an in the moment poem....I could envision the plate hitting the ground and going to pieces...excellent write ★