The Mind
My Wheel is in the dark
From The Single Hound (1914)
The Mind
My Wheel is in the dark,—
I cannot see a spoke,
Yet know its dripping feet
Go round and round.
My foot is on the tide—
An unfrequented road,
Yet have all roads
A "clearing" at the end.
Some have resigned the Loom,
Some in the busy tomb
Find quaint employ,
Some with new, stately feet
Pass royal through the gate,
Flinging the problem back at you and I.
Cite this poem
MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “My Wheel is in the dark.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/692/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “My Wheel is in the dark.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/692/.
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