Apr 27, 2018, 7:22 PM

I measure every Grief I meet - Emily Dickinson 

  Translations » Poetry, from English
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I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long –
Or did it just begin –
I could not tell the Date of Mine –
It feels so old a pain –
I wonder if it hurts to live –
And if They have to try –
And whether – could They choose between –
It would not be – to die – ...

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