I dream about father every night,
always a different dream,
and forget what I am doing daytimes,
wondering where he is.
Without any body, I keep thinking.
What kind can that be?
-- Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Source: New Poems of Emily Dickinson (1993),
edited by William H. Shurr
with Anna Dunlap & Emily Grey Shurr
Emily Dickinson
American poet
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