Emily Dickinson

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

To Learn The Transport By The Pain - Poem by Emily Dickinson


To learn the Transport by the Pain
As Blind Men learn the sun!
To die of thirst—suspecting
That Brooks in Meadows run!

To stay the homesick—homesick feet
Upon a foreign shore—
Haunted by native lands, the while—
And blue—beloved air!

This is the Sovereign Anguish!
This—the signal woe!
These are the patient "Laureates"
Whose voices—trained—below—

As cend in ceaseless Carol—
Inaudible, indeed,
To us—the duller scholars
Of the Mysterious Bard!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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