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A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I

Poem By Emily Dickinson

959

A loss of something ever felt I—
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was—of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect

A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out—

Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is—
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces—

And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven—

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An wonderful presentation of stream of thoughts passing through the subconscious mind in young age by witnessing a death of some one known.
She always blows me away !
This is it... Succinct
A beautiful poem. Thanks.
The last stanza of Emily Dickinson I regard as the most Beautiful: And a Suspicion, like a Finger Touches my Forehead now and then That I am looking oppositely For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven—..................Mesmerizing poem. We have to understand ED, she is not an average poetess. CONGRATULATIONS being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day. Hurray!


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