Emily Dickinson

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

A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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A loss of something ever felt I—
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was—of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect

A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out—

Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is—
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces—

And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven—


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  • Raynolds Moseamedi (7/17/2019 5:00:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem...

    Thank you.
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  • (4/9/2019 6:37:00 PM)

    Emily D's " looking oppositely for the site of the Kingdom of Heaven" ... Aldous Huxley's The Perennial Philosophy, Evelyn Underhill's " Mysticism" ...Plotinus...the writings of Idries Shah...true poet that she was, she early noticed everyday life's incompleteness and refused easy answers. (Report)Reply

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  • Khairul Ahsan (9/22/2018 8:44:00 PM)

    'Bereft I was—of what I knew not
    Too young that any should suspect' - the two simple sentences of the poem that I liked.
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  • Lungelo S Mbuyazi (9/22/2018 4:11:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem this is... (Report)Reply

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  • (9/22/2018 3:49:00 AM)

    Again it relates to the feelings on bereavement, parting, death when she was too young to understand what it is.............so poignantly narrated......excellent....thanks for sharing......10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ (Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (9/22/2018 2:38:00 AM)

    'I could recollect'! ! !

    Thanks for sharing.
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  • Susan Williams (7/17/2018 5:13:00 PM)

    Here's Part 1 [amended].... [for the 47th time]. [ PH strikes again. ] On the surface, it looks like she is talking about attending a funeral when she was a child “too young” to understand and comparing that experience to later being an and still not understanding death. (Report)Reply

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  • Susan Williams (7/17/2018 4:54:00 PM)

    Part 1. On the surface, it looks like she is talking about attending a funeral when she was a child “too young” to understand and comparing that experience to later being an and still not understanding death. (Report)Reply

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  • Susan Williams (7/17/2018 4:50:00 PM)

    Part 3. But it might be about something else... not death but a loss of innocence perhaps... a feeling that she was deprived of what children normally have...She both seems to sadly forgive those who hurt her and then blames them for not noticing that she was suffering but then again nobody is capable of noticing the suffering of others.. A lot of repressed anger here. (Report)Reply

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  • Susan Williams (7/17/2018 4:49:00 PM)

    Part 2. She suffers as she struggles to get meaning from it. She expresses anger against the world for being indifferent to her suffering, but turns around and criticizes her own self-pity. (Report)Reply

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  • Glen Kappy (7/17/2018 1:40:00 PM)

    this brings to mind the statement of st. augustine, our hearts are restless till they find their rest in thee. perhaps emily was familiar with it. i understand this loss she felt as something universal, as something that sets us searching for a deep an unnamed loss or hunger. -gk (Report)Reply

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  • (7/17/2018 9:57:00 AM)

    And a Suspicion, like a Finger
    Touches my Forehead now and then
    That I am looking oppositely
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  • Savita Tyagi (7/17/2018 8:21:00 AM)

    First loss, first grief.....such eloquence....an out standing poem. (Report)Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (7/17/2018 7:48:00 AM)

    And a Suspicion, like a Finger
    Touches my Forehead now and then
    That I am looking oppositely
    For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven—.......touching expression with a great hope. Beautiful poem.
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  • Lungelo S Mbuyazi (7/17/2018 2:41:00 AM)

    A nicely written poem... I like it (Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (7/17/2018 2:06:00 AM)

    Such a great poem by Emily Dickinson👍👍👍 (Report)Reply

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  • Mahtab Bangalee (7/17/2018 1:59:00 AM)

    the anxiety touches the fate or reality
    O, no luck! that is forehead or beheaded crest
    ..................... solicitude from the birth crying and on this epitaph!
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  • (5/4/2014 11:29:00 AM)

    always very interesting... (Report)Reply

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  • (4/29/2014 10:08:00 PM)

    ......an excellent write....and thought provoking... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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