Emily Dickinson

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

I Tried To Think A Lonelier Thing - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
Than any I had seen—
Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in the Bone
Of Death's tremendous nearness—

I probed Retrieverless things
My Duplicate—to borrow—
A Haggard Comfort springs

From the belief that Somewhere—
Within the Clutch of Thought—
There dwells one other Creature
Of Heavenly Love—forgot—

I plucked at our Partition
As One should pry the Walls—
Between Himself—and Horror's Twin—
Within Opposing Cells—

I almost strove to clasp his Hand,
Such Luxury—it grew—
That as Myself—could pity Him—
Perhaps he—pitied me—


Comments about I Tried To Think A Lonelier Thing by Emily Dickinson

  • Silver Star - 7,657 Points Eric Ericson (1/19/2015 7:39:00 AM)

    you hid yourself away,
    lonely in your prison cell,
    it is what they said was best
    to suffer in your shame
    with epilepsy (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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