Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Poor&Mdash;Torn Heart&Mdash;A Tattered Heart - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart—
That sat it down to rest—
Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day
Flowed silver to the West—
Nor noticed Night did soft descend—
Nor Constellation burn—
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.

The angels—happening that way
This dusty heart espied—
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God—
There—sandals for the Barefoot—
There—gathered from the gales—
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering Sails.


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  • Rookie - 178 Points Angelina Holmes (5/5/2014 7:07:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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