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How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn’t care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears—
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity—
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I think it more than a little interesting that Dickinson should assign sentience to her little stone. It’s all too convenient for us human supremacists to ignore the possibility of other forms of sentience. Dickinson is holding out a universe to us, as she often does, that is far more challenging than our categorical world in which identity politics is the tial wagging the dog.
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Perfect. We all need a little Dickinson
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