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.
From Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924
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Emily Dickinson's house in Amherst, MA
HE ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!
From Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.