More Emily Dickinson

The Lost Thought

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.



A Man

Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
She felled-he did not fall-
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes-
He neutralized them all.

She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
But when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,
Acknowledged him a man.