Poem A Day

Bereavement in their death to feel

by Emily Dickinson

Bereavement in their death to feel

Whom We have never seen --

A Vital Kinsmanship import

Our Soul and theirs -- between --

For Stranger -- Strangers do not mourn --

There be Immortal friends

Whom Death see first -- 'tis news of this

That paralyze Ourselves --

Who, vital only to Our Thought --

Such Presence bear away

In dying -- 'tis as if Our Souls

Absconded -- suddenly --

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