This poem describes exactly the way I often feel.
I was so pleased with it that I decided to post it here - on Easter.
I think it's neat, because it was only the fourth poem in a whole book of her first 3 volumes published. I know this is probably more than you want to hear as far as why I decided to post it, so I'll let you read the poem now.
I was so pleased with it that I decided to post it here - on Easter.
I think it's neat, because it was only the fourth poem in a whole book of her first 3 volumes published. I know this is probably more than you want to hear as far as why I decided to post it, so I'll let you read the poem now.
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, - some way back,
I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.
But somewhere in my soul, I know
I've met the thing before;
It just reminded me - 't was all -
And came my way no more.
~Emily Dickinson
But did not finish, - some way back,
I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.
But somewhere in my soul, I know
I've met the thing before;
It just reminded me - 't was all -
And came my way no more.
~Emily Dickinson
See? Wasn't that good?
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