The first Day’s Night had come – Emily Dickinson

The first Day's Night had come—And grateful that a thingSo 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 workUntil another Morn—And then—a Day as hugeAs Yesterdays in pairs,Unrolled its horror in my face—Until it blocked my eyes—My Brain—begun to laugh—I mumbled—like a […]