The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,--
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
--Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
What is this website for?
- When you are very sad, when someone you love very much has died, sometimes it helps to know that others have felt the same way before you.
Best loved
- Those who are near me do not know
- Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance
- I will see that instant until I die
- I wondered that other men should live when he was dead
- Nobody knows the trouble I see
- Soon enough he would come once more into the world of light
- After great pain a formal feeling comes
- Vanity falls off the radar
- Time is our friend as well as our enemy
- Surprised by joy
- Who will give me back those days?
- The war has driven a sword through my heart
- Thou hast here no abiding city
- I was so happy, happy at that point!
- Great shining of the inner worlds
- Where has he gone, my dearest son?
- I am in great sadness
- Turn your face to the sun
- Abide with me
- The first days of grief are not the worst
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Here she is in all her glory, my little wren was indeed a genius. The thoughts in this poem were also expressed by her in a letter to a friend after her (Emily's) father died.
--- Joe Psarto
Westlake, OH
Posted by: Joe Psarto | 30 January 2012 at 12:23