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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

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 —

This poem is in the public domain.

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