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 them fit.
The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach Like balls upon a floor.
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. more…
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