Poem 2. (J 607: 1862/1929) Emily Dickinson

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ORIGINAL POEMS Emily Dickinson Further Poems Emily Dickinson Martha Dickinson Bianchi Boston Little, Brown and Company 1929 The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Centenary Edition Emily Dickinson Martha Dickinson Bianchi and Alfred Leete Hampson Boston Little, Brown and Company 1930 Final Harvest: Emily Dickinson's Poems Emily Dickinson Thomas H. Johnson Boston Little, Brown and Company 1961 Atlantic Monthly Enily Dickinson February 1929
Poem 2. (J 607: 1862/1929) Of nearness to her Sundered sundered Things things The Soul has special times — , When Dimness — looks the Oddity oddity — , Distinctness — easy — seems — . The Shapes shapes we buried , dwell about , . Familiar , in the Rooms rooms — , Untarnished by the Sepulchre sepulchre sepulcher , The Our Mouldering moldering Playmate playmate Comes comes — In just the Jacket jacket that he wore — , Long buttoned in the Mold mold , Since we — , old mornings, Children children — played — , Divided — by a world — . The Grave grave yields back her Robberies robberies — , The Years years , our are pilfered Things things — , Bright Knots knots of Apparitions apparitions Salute us , with their wings— As we — it were — that perished — , Themself Themselves — had just remained till we rejoin them— Till we rejoin them, Till we rejoin them, and 'twas They And 'twas they, and not ourself And 't was They, and not Ourselves And not Ourselves that mourned. And 'twas They, and not Ourselves That mourned.