late September 1882
Dear Friend,
That without suspecting it you should send me the preferred flower of life, seems almost supernatural, and the sweet glee that I felt at meeting it, I could confide to none. I still cherish the clutch with which I bore it from the ground when a wondering Child, an unearthly booty, and maturity only enhances mystery, never decreases it. To duplicate the Vision is almost more amazing, for God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.
I know not how to thank you. We do not thank the Rainbow, although it's Trophy is a snare.
To give delight is hallowed - perhaps the toil of Angels, whose avocations are concealed -
I trust that you are well, and the quaint little Girl with the deep Eyes, every day more fathomless.
With joy,
E. Dickinson.
Dear Friend,
That without suspecting it you should send me the preferred flower of life, seems almost supernatural, and the sweet glee that I felt at meeting it, I could confide to none. I still cherish the clutch with which I bore it from the ground when a wondering Child, an unearthly booty, and maturity only enhances mystery, never decreases it. To duplicate the Vision is almost more amazing, for God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.
I know not how to thank you. We do not thank the Rainbow, although it's Trophy is a snare.
To give delight is hallowed - perhaps the toil of Angels, whose avocations are concealed -
I trust that you are well, and the quaint little Girl with the deep Eyes, every day more fathomless.
With joy,
E. Dickinson.
emily dickinson letter to mabel loomis todd
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