Emily Dickinson

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

The Months Have Ends—the Years—a Knot - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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The Months have ends—the Years—a knot—
No Power can untie
To stretch a little further
A Skein of Misery—

The Earth lays back these tired lives
In her mysterious Drawers—
Too tenderly, that any doubt
An ultimate Repose—

The manner of the Children—
Who weary of the Day—
Themself—the noisy Plaything
They cannot put away—


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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