Some Favored Nook, Pt. 1: No. 3, Could You Tell Me How to Grow?

DICKINSON:

Mr. Higginson,

Your kindness claimed earlier gratitude, But I was ill, and write to-day from my

pillow.

Thank you for the surgery;

It was not so painful as I supposed. I bring you others, as you ask, Though they might not differ. While my thought is undressed,

I can make the distinction;

But when I put them in the gown, They look alike and numb.

I would like to learn.

Could you tell me how to grow,

Or is it unconveyed, like melody or

witchcraft?

HIGGINSON/DICKINSON: Your friend,

E. Dickinson.