THE LOST THOUGHT, by EMILY DICKINSONPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
First Line: I felt a cleavage [or, cleaving] in my mind Last Line: Like balls upon a floor. Variant Title(s): Poem: 937;poem: 867
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, But sequence ravelled out of reach Like balls upon a floor.
