poem notes's video: 423 - Emily Dickinson

423 —Emily Dickinson The Months have ends—the Years—a knot— No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery— The Earth lays back these tired lives In her mysterious Drawers— Too tenderly, that any doubt An ultimate Repose— The manner of her Children— Who weary of the Day— Themself—the noisy Plaything They cannot put away— Source: The Compelte Poems of Emily Dickinson Edited by Thomas H. Johnson Back Bay Books 1960 A Thought: Happiness is an imaginary condition, formerly attributed by the living to the dead, now usually attributed by adults to children, and by children to adults. —Thomas Szasz, The Second Sin (1973)