Emily Dickinson

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

Bound&Mdash;A Trouble - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Bound—a trouble—
And lives can bear it!
Limit—how deep a bleeding go!
So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
Deal with the soul
As with Algebra!

Tell it the Ages—to a cypher—
And it will ache—contented—on—
Sing&mdas h;at its pain—as any Workman—
Notching the fall of the Even Sun!

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  • Rookie - 187 Points Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 8:22:00 PM)

    Such a majestic poem. It makes me want to go paint a picture of mountains! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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