293 <br /> <br />I got so I could take his name— <br />Without—Tremendous gain— <br />That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— <br />And Thunder—in the Room— <br /> <br />I got so I could walk across <br />That Angle in the floor, <br />Where he turned so, and I turned—how— <br />And all our Sinew tore— <br /> <br />I got so I could stir the Box— <br />In which his letters grew <br />Without that forcing, in my breath— <br />As Staples—driven through— <br /> <br />Could dimly recollect a Grace— <br />I think, they call it "God"— <br />Renowned to ease Extremity— <br />When Formula, had failed— <br /> <br />And shape my Hands— <br />Petition's way, <br />Tho' ignorant of a word <br />That Ordination—utters— <br /> <br />My Business, with the Cloud, <br />If any Power behind it, be, <br />Not subject to Despair— <br />It care, in some remoter way, <br />For so minute affair <br />As Misery— <br />Itself, too vast, for interrupting—more—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-got-so-i-could-take-his-name/
