Thursday, February 1, 2024

1980s love longs




 

“Come Slowly, Eden” by Emily Dickinson

Come slowly, Eden

Lips unused to thee.

Bashful, sip thy jasmines,

As the fainting bee,

Reaching late his flower,

Round her chamber hums,

Counts his nectars—alights,

And is lost in balms

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