Eyes glinting in a cat, the stairs
Run on to my feet;
The door gapes wide before my eyes...
And suddenly I freeze
...
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Yes! This speaks of her style and definitely as good as. Thoroughly enjoyed myself.
A lot of this poem is worthy of Emily Dickenson, in my opinion. I mean, kindred in style and *as good as*. I'm not precisely certain what happens (onset of sleep?) , but I have to confess, I'm not always sure after reading one of Emily's, either.
This one left me confused