Barbara Mossberg, Emily Dickinson: I have tried to describe her just as she was, with the aid of notes taken at the time; but this interview left our relation very much what it was before; — on my side an interest that was strong and even affectionate, but not based on any thorough comprehension; and on her side a hope, always rather baffled, that I should afford some aid in solving her abstruse problem of life. By Kathleen Rooney. Duchac, The Poems of Emily Dickinson: She was what she was.
Yeah, I mean it makes me cry, too.
They shut me up in Prose — The robin is the one That overflows the noon With her cherubic quantity, An April but begun. It appears in the structure of her declaration to Higginson; it is integral to the structure and subjects of the poems themselves. Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip.
With this letter came some more verses, still in the same birdlike script, as for instance the following: