It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --

It dropped so low -- in my Regard --
I heard it hit the Ground --
And go to pieces on the Stones
At bottom of my Mind --

Yet blamed the Fate that flung it -- less
Than I denounced Myself,
For entertaining Plated Wares
Upon My Silver Shelf --

by Emily Dickinson

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.............an in the moment poem....I could envision the plate hitting the ground and going to pieces...excellent write ★
It is said that at times Emily would randomly drop the things she was carrying. It is one of the symptoms of epilepsy. I wonder if this is what this poem is about?