Emily Dickinson

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

Death Sets A Thing Of Signigicant - Poem by Emily Dickinson

Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With 'This was last her fingers did,'
Industrious until

The thimble weighed too heavy,
The stitches stopped themselves,
And then 't was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.

A book I have, a friend gave,
Whose pencil, here and there,
Had notched the place that pleased him,--
At rest his fingers are.

Now, when I read, I read not,
For interrupting tears
Obliterate the etchings
Too costly for repairs.


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  • (6/4/2016 5:16:00 PM)


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001



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