Emily Dickinson

Bereaved Of All, I Went Abroad

poem 784

Bereaved of all, I went abroad No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula The Grave preceded me Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself And when I sought my Bed The Grave it was reposed upon The Pillow for my Head I waked to find it first awake I rose It followed me I tried to drop it in the Crowd To lose it in the Sea In Cups of artificial Drowse To steep its shape away The Grave was finished but the Spade Remained in Memory

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