Woolgathering
Woolgathering, she
stares into space.
Magnificent are her dreams;
pipe dreams, some would say,
but to the girl, as real
as the feel of the ground
under her feet.
Woolgathering
Woolgathering, she
stares into space.
Magnificent are her dreams;
pipe dreams, some would say,
but to the girl, as real
as the feel of the ground
under her feet.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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