Did you ever read one of her Poems backward, because the plunge from the front overturned you? I sometimes (often have, many times) have - A somethin… - Emily Dickinson

I took one Draught of Life —
I'll tell you what I paid —
Precisely an existence —
The market price, they said.

I can wade grief,
Whole pools of it,
I ’m used to that.
But the least push of joy
Breaks up my feet,
And I tip — drunken.
Let no pebble smile,
’T was the new liquor, — That was all!

Power is only pain,
Stranded, through discipline,
Till weights will hang.
Give balm to giants,
And they ’ll wilt, like men.
Give Himmaleh,
They ’ll carry him!

It ’s such a little thing to weep, So short a thing to sigh; And yet by trades the size of these We men and women die!