Emily Dickinson

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

I Meant To Find Her When I Came - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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I meant to find Her when I came—
Death—had the same design—
But the Success—was His—it seems—
And the Surrender—Mine—

I meant to tell Her how I longed
For just this single time—
But Death had told Her so the first—
And she had past, with Him—

To wander—now—is my Repose—
To rest—To rest would be
A privilege of Hurricane
To Memory—and Me.


Comments about I Meant To Find Her When I Came by Emily Dickinson

  • Silver Star - 7,657 Points Eric Ericson (12/24/2014 1:31:00 PM)

    She describes so well the agony one goes through when a person near you dies suddenly when you are away. The agony of what I should have said or done is a hurricane that would tear you apart and there is no respite. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Alex Rose (10/13/2009 10:01:00 AM)

    What do the last few lines mean?

    To rest would be
    A privilege of Hurricane
    To Memory—and Me (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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