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Alone, I cannot be—
For Hosts—do visit me—
Recordless Company—
Who baffle Key—
They have no Robes, nor Names—
No Almanacs—nor Climes—
But general Homes
Like Gnomes—
Their Coming, may be known
By Couriers within—
Their going—is not—
For they've never gone—
(Alone, I Cannot Be by Emily Dickinson.) **Interesting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Emily is telling us that although she appears to us to be reclusively alone, in actuality she is visited by hosts, which are angelic beings. Emily is being absolutely literal here as similar messages are in many of her other poems as well.