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The first Day’s Night had come

The first Day’s Night had come

The first Day’s Night had come
And grateful that a thing
So terrible had been endured
I told my Soul to sing

She said her Strings were snapt
Her Bow to Atoms blown
And so to mend her gave me work
Until another Morn

And then a Day as huge
As Yesterdays in pairs,
Unrolled its horror in my face
Until it blocked my eyes

My Brain begun to laugh
I mumbled like a fool
And tho’ ’tis Years ago that Day
My Brain keeps giggling still.

And Something’s odd within
That person that I was
And this One do not feel the same
Could it be Madness this?



Poem The first Day’s Night had come - Emily Dickinson