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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

I'm sorry for the Dead—Today

by Emily Dickinson

I'm sorry for the Dead — Today —

It's such congenial times

Old Neighbors have at fences —

It's time o' year for Hay.

And Broad — Sunburned Acquaintance

Discourse between the Toil —

And laugh, a homely species

That makes the Fences smile —

It seems so straight to lie away

From all of the noise of Fields —

The Busy Carts — the fragrant Cocks —

The Mower's Metre — Steals —

A Trouble lest they're homesick —

Those Farmers — and their Wives —

Set separate from the Farming —

And all the Neighbors' lives —

A Wonder if the Sepulchre

Don't feel a lonesome way —

When Men — and Boys — and Carts — and June,

Go down the Fields to "Hay" —

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Poem
I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
Poet
Emily Dickinson
Length
20 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Death & Loss, Summer, Nature

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Shape
20 lines · 5 quatrains
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Emily Dickinson1830–1886
Source record
PoetryDBI'm sorry for the Dead—Today by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
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