Poetry Friday: That is Solemn We Have Ended by Emily Dickinson

Lovely. I haven't reached this one yet in my collected poems book. Gina had Emily up over at Cuentecitos, too. Your great minds are thinking alike.

I had to read this a couple of times and then out loud to get the full meaning. I have to say, it's about how I feel: the solemnity (a tiny letdown) after a play ending, or a holiday, or after leaving home. I'm still puzzling out the end, but I really like this one. I think it's so cool that you're ferreting out her lesser known works.