Emily Dickinson

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

Bereaved Of All, I Went Abroad - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Bereaved of all, I went abroad—
No less bereaved was I
Upon a New Peninsula—
The Grave preceded me—

Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself—
And when I sought my Bed—
The Grave it was reposed upon
The Pillow for my Head—

I waked to find it first awake—
I rose—It followed me—
I tried to drop it in the Crowd—
To lose it in the Sea—

In Cups of artificial Drowse
To steep its shape away—
The Grave—was finished—but the Spade
Remained in Memory—


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  • (5/6/2014 7:57:00 PM)


    Her poems always make me think... Very clever. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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