<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37090" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I measure every Grief I meet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I measure every Grief I meet<br>With narrow, probing, Eyes —<br>I wonder if It weighs like Mine —<br>Or has an Easier size.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder if They bore it long —<br>Or did it just begin —<br>I could not tell the Date of Mine —<br>It feels so old a pain —</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder if it hurts to live —<br>And if They have to try —<br>And whether — could They choose between —<br>It would not be — to die —</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I note that Some — gone patient long —<br>At length, renew their smile —<br>An imitation of a Light<br>That has so little Oil —</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder if when Years have piled —<br>Some Thousands — on the Harm —<br>That hurt them early — such a lapse<br>Could give them any Balm —</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or would they go on aching still<br>Through Centuries of Nerve —<br>Enlightened to a larger Pain -<br>In Contrast with the Love —</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Grieved — are many — I am told —<br>There is the various Cause —<br>Death — is but one — and comes but once —<br>And only nails the eyes —</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's Grief of Want — and Grief of Cold —<br>A sort they call "Despair" —<br>There's Banishment from native Eyes —<br>In sight of Native Air —</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though I may not guess the kind —<br>Correctly — yet to me<br>A piercing Comfort it affords<br>In passing Calvary —</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To note the fashions — of the Cross —<br>And how they're mostly worn —<br>Still fascinated to presume<br>That Some — are like My Own —</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37090" data-title="I measure every Grief I meet de Emily Dickinson" data-description="I measure every Grief I meet/With narrow, probing, Eyes —/I wonder if It weighs like Mine —/Or has an Easier size./I wonder if They bore it long —/Or did it just begin —/I could not tell the Date of Mine —/It feels so old a pain —/I wo..."></div> </div> </div>

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