Emily Dickinson

The First Day’s Night Had Come

poem 410

The first Day’s Night had come And grateful that a thing So terrible had been endured I told my Soul to sing She said her Strings were snapt Her Bow to Atoms blown And so to mend her gave me work Until another Morn And then a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face Until it blocked my eyes My Brain begun to laugh I mumbled like a fool And tho’ ’tis Years ago that Day My Brain keeps giggling still. And Something’s odd within That person that I was And this One do not feel the same Could it be Madness this?

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