Emily Dickinson, 1138

Der is in oare Iensumens
Wêr’t mannich sûnder stjert -
Net brek oan freonen komt it fan
Of ’t Lot syn faits divers

Mar de natuer soms, soms in tins
En wa’t it barre mei
Is riker as ûntfâlde wurdt
Troch faaie tellerij -


There is another Loneliness
That many die without -
Not want of friend occasions it
Or circumstance of Lot

But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought
And whoso it befall
Is richer than could be revealed
By mortal numeral -


F1138 (J1116). Ofbylding: Amherst College Library, Emily Dickinson Collection, 461.

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