Tag Archives: Soul wilt thou toss again?

Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Soul, wilt thou toss again?” (Life, 3)

‌ Soul, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all. Angels’ breathless ballot Lingers to record thee; Imps in eager caucus Raffle for my soul. ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ … Continue reading

Posted in Emily Dickinson, Poetry | Tagged , , | 2 Comments