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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

Death leaves Us homesick, who behind

by Emily Dickinson

Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,

Except that it is gone

Are ignorant of its Concern

As if it were not born.

Through all their former Places, we

Like Individuals go

Who something lost, the seeking for

Is all that's left them, now —

This poem is in the public domain.

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