Thursday, April 23, 2009

937*

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind-
As if my brain had split-
I tried to match it-Seam by Seam-
But could not make it fit.

The thought behind, I strove to join
Unto the thought before-
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls-upon a Floor.

-Emily Dickinson

(*Happy poetry month!)

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