Jan 4, 2023
My little devices to live till Monday* would woo (win) your sad attention - (fill your eyes with Dew) - Full of work and plots and little happinesses the thought of you protracts (derides) them all and makes them sham and cold.
How fleet - how indiscreet an one - how always wrong is Love - The joyful little Deity We are not scourged to serve -
Emily Dickinson, scrap letter #695/J1771 (1881) to Judge Otis Phillips Lord
*During this period of their lives, Dickinson and Lord wrote each other letters every Sunday. Those “little devices” arrived on Monday.