Emily Dickinson

I Tried To Think A Lonelier Thing

poem 532

I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen Some Polar Expiation An Omen in the Bone Of Death’s tremendous nearness I probed Retrieverless things My Duplicate to borrow A Haggard Comfort springs From the belief that Somewhere Within the Clutch of Thought There dwells one other Creature Of Heavenly Love forgot I plucked at our Partition As One should pry the Walls Between Himself and Horror’s Twin Within Opposing Cells I almost strove to clasp his Hand, Such Luxury it grew That as Myself could pity Him Perhaps he pitied me

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