“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.”
Emily Dickinson, 1890 · American poet, who published almost nothing in her lifetime
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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.”