Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
ClassicsEmily Dickinson
1382 In many and reportless places We feel a Joy— Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature Or Deity— It comes, without a consternation— Dissolves—the same— But leaves a sumptuous Destitution— Without a Name— Profane it by a search—we cannot It has no home— Nor we who having once inhaled it— Thereafter roam.
0
1.6k
In many and reportless places
1382 In many and reportless places We feel a Joy— Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature Or Deity— It comes, without a consternation— Dissolves—the same— But leaves a sumptuous Destitution— Without a Name— Profane it by a search—we cannot It has no home— Nor we who having once inhaled it— Thereafter roam.
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American