Bound&Mdash;A Trouble

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Bound—a trouble—
And lives can bear it!
Limit—how deep a bleeding go!
So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
Deal with the soul
As with Algebra!

Tell it the Ages—to a cypher—
And it will ache—contented—on—
Sing—at its pain—as any Workman—
Notching the fall of the Even Sun!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (4)

You're not 91. okay I'll enter 20 characters poemhunter, damn it! Are you really 91? Scott
yes, hot weather is over rated isn't it, you just lose the will to live. well done, this captures a moment in time we can all relate to in the summer. by the way, was it ' a hard day's night'! i'm a beatles fan. x
This is a great 'mood' poem. It encapsulates that feeling we all have sometimes when we are at a loose end and bored out of our minds. Good write, Arsiema. Keep 'em coming!
you are reading my mind....feel the same way....great meanderings....Vallerie