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We talked as Girls do —
Fond, and late —
We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave —
Of ours, none affair —
We handled Destinies, as cool —
As we — Disposers — be —
And God, a Quiet Party
To our Authority —
But fondest, dwelt upon Ourself
As we eventual — be —
When Girls to Women, softly raised
We — occupy — Degree —
We parted with a contract
To cherish, and to write
But Heaven made both, impossible
Before another night.
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about friendship as young kids... the silly talks and arguements... grown into a friendship of mature persons... until one of them had deceased
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this just seems to me to be a light commentary on the nature of female friendships that can blaze up for just one night and then be just as easily left behind.
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to me this poem states that she and another writer were close in context. Sharing pieces we write can be so solemn and fulfilling if it is with the right person. What I got from this poem is that the other subject(male or female) died or was swept away by lifes business. I love emily- and this is an extraordinary piece.
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I think she was thinking as a girl and then as a woman and this poetry is directly to the point and I will have to read some more of Emily Dickinsin's writings to get used to her.
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To me the last verse seemed to make more sense than any of the rest. I read this piece twice and usually with her pieces it seems one would have to just to make any type of sense out of it, or perhaps that's just me.
I feel she's talking about herself and another writer, a female writer, and they meet on occasions, this was an occasion.
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