A Poem.

-Emily Dickinson

 

A thought went up my mind to-day

That I have had before,

But did not finish, – some way back

I could not fix the year,

 

Nor where it went, nor why it came

The second time to me,

Nor definitely what it was,

Have I the art to say.

 

But somewhere in my soul, I know

I’ve met the thing before;

It just reminded me- ‘t was all-

And came my way no more.

Published by Moushmi Radhanpara

A woman questioning almost everything, trying to find answers through her's and your words. I am on an unending quest, walking the paths of unknown. I am walking and walking, may be too slow, but I am doing it. I am happy as long as I do not stop. I will be content to fall, to fly, to swim, to drown, only never to stop.

12 thoughts on “A Poem.

  1. It’s been quite long leafing throu’ ur panoramic stuffs. Good to get encountered again!
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    It happens to most of us when we ain’t know why these thoughts come, & take us back to old life where we have already been once a long back. Life’s itself a poem, i guess, that makes us all feel poetic, somehow over the frequency of thoughts. Nice imagery here. Looking forward to your blogs… once again!!

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