Sara's Poem Reading
Sara Reads the Poem, 6/2/2020
Emily Dickinson was Leonard's favorite poet. He cited one excerpt from her poetry in his premature obituary and another on the graveside bench, "The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality."
A Poem by Emily Dickinson:
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
The angels, happening that way,
This dusty heart espied;
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
There,—sandals for the barefoot;
There, —gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering sails.
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Last created : 6/3/2020
A Poem by Emily Dickinson:
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
The angels, happening that way,
This dusty heart espied;
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
There,—sandals for the barefoot;
There, —gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering sails.
Back to Burial Ceremony
Last created : 6/3/2020
