Emily Dickinson

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

There's Something Quieter Than Sleep - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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There's something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon its breast—
And will not tell its name.

Some touch it, and some kiss it—
Some chafe its idle hand—
It has a simple gravity
I do not understand!

I would not weep if I were they—
How rude in one to sob!
Might scare the quiet fairy
Back to her native wood!

While simple-hearted neighbors
Chat of the "Early dead"—
We—prone to periphrasis
Remark that Birds have fled!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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