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The Test

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I can wade grief,
Whole pools of it,
I’m used to that.
But the least push of joy
Breaks up my feet,
And I tip – drunken.
Let no pebble smile,
‘T was the new liquor,
That was all!

Power is only pain,
Stranded, through discipline,
Till weights will hang.
Give balm to giants,
And they’ll wilt, like men.
Give Himmaleh, –
They ‘ll carry him!

Emily Dickinson, Poems: Series 2, Poem 9, The Test

A fairly helpful discussion/analysis can be found here:
http://www.gradesaver.com/emily-dickinsons-collected-poems/study-guide/summary-i-can-wade-grief-

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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart. ~ Helen Keller

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