Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
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| I FELT a cleavage in my mind | |
| As if my brain had split; | |
| I tried to match it, seam by seam, | |
| But could not make them fit. | |
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| The thought behind I strove to join | 5 |
| Unto the thought before, | |
| But sequence ravelled out of reach | |
| Like balls upon a floor. | |
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