by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

After a hundred years
Language: English 
Available translation(s): GER
After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place,
Agony that enacted there
Motionless as peace.
Weeds triumphant ranged;
Strangers strolled and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.
Winds of summer fields
Recollect the way,
Instinct picking up the key
Dropped by memory.

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Researcher for this text: Barbara Miller

This text was added to the website: 2011-01-12
Line count: 12
Word count: 45