Comment 2 of 2, added on June 7th, 2007 at 11:38 PM.
I think she is referring to a disk harrow and talking about ploughing.
Comment 1 of 2, added on June 7th, 2007 at 8:30 PM.
I believe the poem you are referring to is "Sequence Ravelled Out of Sound"
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind –
As if my Brain had split –
I tried to match it — Seam by Seam –
But could not make it fit.
The thought behind, I strove to join
Unto the thought before –
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls — upon a Floor.
I don't know what "The Dust behind I strove to join..." refers to, but I
think you really should try to honor the likes of Emily Dickinson by at
least getting the words right; else she turn in her grave evermore!
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