Tuesday, May 01, 2012

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -
As if my Brain had split -
I tried to match it - Seam by Seam -
But could not make them fit.

The thought behind, I strove to join
Unto the thought before -
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls - upon a Floor.  

Emily Dickinson (poem 937, 1864)


N said...

you post the nicest poems... where do you find them?

poshlemon said...

It makes me smile to see you here and to know someone (I care for) still reads me...

I don't think I find them, rather, they find me!