296 <br /> <br />One Year ago—jots what? <br />God—spell the word! I—can't— <br />Was't Grace? Not that— <br />Was't Glory? That—will do— <br />Spell slower—Glory— <br /> <br />Such Anniversary shall be— <br />Sometimes—not often—in Eternity— <br />When farther Parted, than the Common Woe— <br />Look—feed upon each other's faces—so— <br />In doubtful meal, if it be possible <br />Their Banquet's true— <br /> <br />I tasted—careless—then— <br />I did not know the Wine <br />Came once a World—Did you? <br />Oh, had you told me so— <br />This Thirst would blister—easier—now— <br />You said it hurt you—most— <br />Mine—was an Acorn's Breast— <br />And could not know how fondness grew <br />In Shaggier Vest— <br />Perhaps—I couldn't— <br />But, had you looked in— <br />A Giant—eye to eye with you, had been— <br />No Acorn—then— <br /> <br />So—Twelve months ago— <br />We breathed— <br />Then dropped the Air— <br />Which bore it best? <br />Was this—the patientest— <br />Because it was a Child, you know— <br />And could not value—Air? <br /> <br />If to be "Elder"—mean most pain— <br />I'm old enough, today, I'm certain—then— <br />As old as thee—how soon? <br />One—Birthday more—or Ten? <br />Let me—choose! <br />Ah, Sir, None!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-year-ago-jots-what/
