The Forgotten Grave (Poem by Emily Dickinson)

Emily Dickinson

The Forgotten Grave
By Emily Dickinson

After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place, — 
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace.

Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers strolled and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.

Winds of summer fields
Recollect the way, — 
Instinct picking up the key
Dropped by memory.

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