Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXVIII ("I wish I knew")

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff
by EmilyDickinson
Invisible
Trying to Forget

XXVIII

I wish I knew that woman's name,
So, when she comes this way,
To hold my life, and hold my ears,
For fear I hear her say
She's 'sorry I am dead,' again,
Just when the grave and I
Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep, —
Our only lullaby.
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