Author Emily Dickinson 958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze— Subsisting on the Light We bore Before We felt the Dark— A Flint unto this Day—perhaps— But for that single Spark. Tags dark light Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments