A Secret Told Poem by Emily Dickinson
A Secret Told
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A Secret told—
Ceases to be a Secret—then—
A Secret—kept—
That—can appal but One—
Better of it—continual be afraid—
Than it—
And Whom you told it to—beside—
Your friend’s secrets to you might be entrusted, but once you disclose it, you dishonor not just the secret, not just a friend, but you yourself… Even how close are we to our friends, we must always keep ourselves our best of friend… to be furtive. In order to live freely and not by the hands of those who felt in-control over us just because they knew something from us.
A secret can be a responsibility, That tears at the fabric of the soul, Never to be revealed on pain of disloyalty, A burden hidden beneath like a shoal, Ready to cause shipwreck and grief.
A thing of secret develops only suspicion always between two or more! No secret can ever remain a secret at all when it is once let out to anyone! That is the nature of secret!
A secret...once told...no more a secret...yet a bothering secret....Emily Dickinson is great for ever
Secrets untold Are no secrets to hold But to keep it in a fold Of a few is good I'm told
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THIS POEM IS OF WHICH I CAN'T UNDERSTAND