Emily Dickinson Grief Poems

1540

As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away—
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I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, Eyes--
I wonder if It weighs like Mine--
Or has an Easier size.
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793

Grief is a Mouse—
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast
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252

I can wade Grief—
Whole Pools of it—
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660

'Tis good—the looking back on Grief—
To re-endure a Day—
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