A Poem.

-Emily Dickinson

 

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.

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12 thoughts on “A Poem.”

  1. It’s been quite long leafing throu’ ur panoramic stuffs. Good to get encountered again!
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    It happens to most of us when we ain’t know why these thoughts come, & take us back to old life where we have already been once a long back. Life’s itself a poem, i guess, that makes us all feel poetic, somehow over the frequency of thoughts. Nice imagery here. Looking forward to your blogs… once again!!

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