Probably just as well I didn't get a doctorate in literature. I mean I'm sorry, but my mind goes right there. I don't think she's addressing her daemon, okay? ON my volcano grows the grass,--
A meditative spot,
An area for a bird to choose
Would be the general thought.
How red the fire reeks below,
How insecure the sod--
Did I disclose, would populate
With awe my solitude.
Emily Dickinson, #1677
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