
Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards—day!
Emily is said to have carried a pencil and scraps of paper in her pocket in order to always be prepared when a poem came her way.
~ “Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~
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Image of Emily Dickinson – from the daguerreotype taken circa 1848. (my frame)
Poem – Emily Dickinson. Complete Poems. 1924.
Thanks Joy – we are so fortunate that all those Emily poems on scraps of paper didn’r get lost or thrown away.
Good morning, Nona! Emily’s work came so close to being lost, and, astonishingly, was not published in her original form until 1955. From Wikipedia:
Click through the link for a very sweet portrait of Emily and her sibs as children.
Thanks Joy! It is quite a story.