His Heart was darker than the starless night
For that there is a morn
But in this black Receptacle
Can be no Bode of Dawn
I love this. Emily Dickinson is one of my favorites of all time. I could read her poems for days
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
........maybe this is a loss of hope for a better tomorrow, or maybe the man was without goodness ★