Emily Dickinson

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

After A Hundred Years - Poem by Emily Dickinson

After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place,--
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace.

Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers strolled and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.

Winds of summer fields
Recollect the way,--
Instinct picking up the key
Dropped by memory.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001

Poem Edited: Monday, May 14, 2001


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