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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 304 of 446 · Third Series: Life

The Lost Thought

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I felt a clearing 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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