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The First Day's Night Had Come

Emily Dickinson

The first Day's Night had come--
And grateful that a thing
So terrible - had been endured--
I told my Soul to sing--

She said her Strings were snapt--
Her Bow - to Atoms blown--
And so to mend her - gave me work
Until another Morn--

And then - a Day as huge
As Yesterdays in pairs,
Unrolled its horror in my face--
Until it blocked my eyes--

My Brain - begun to laugh--
I mumbled - like a fool--
And tho' 'tis Years ago - that Day--
My brain keeps giggling - still.

And Something's odd - within--
That person that I was--
And this One - do not feel the same--
Could it be Madness - this?

--Emily Dickinson c.1862
About the Poet Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson was unrecognized during her lifetime (1830-1886). Only 11 of her verses appeared in magazines during her lifetime, and she had long-resigned herself to anonymity, or a "Barefoot-Rank," as she phrased it. Her complete works are now available.

Modified January 7, 2003

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