It's written by Emily Dickinson, who is my friend's favorite poet. we were reading it the other day and have completely different opinions of what it means/. now i'm curious to see what other people think it means.
I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love; but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
2007-12-17
07:33:10
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