The Mind
Inconceivably solemn,
From Further Poems of Emily Dickinson (1929)
The Mind
Inconceivably solemn,
Things too gay
Pierce by the very press
Of imagery.
Their far parades
Halt on the eye
With a mute pomp,
A pleading pageantry.
Flags are a brave sight,
But no true eye
Ever went by one
Steadily.
Music's triumphant,
But a fine ear
Aches with delight
The drums to hear.
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Dickinson, Emily. “Inconceivably solemn.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/525/.
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Dickinson, Emily. “Inconceivably solemn.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/525/.
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