You Never Could Remember
November 1, 2011 in Poetry
“The Sun Kept Setting” by Emily Dickinson
The Sun kept setting — setting — still
No Hue of Afternoon –
Upon the Village I perceived
From House to House ’twas Noon –
The Dusk kept dropping — dropping — still
No Dew upon the Grass –
But only on my Forehead stopped –
And wandered in my Face –
My Feet kept drowsing — drowsing — still
My fingers were awake –
Yet why so little sound — Myself
Unto my Seeming — make?
How well I knew the Light before –
I could see it now –
‘Tis Dying — I am doing — but
I’m not afraid to know –
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