The Narcissist & Emily Dickinson


“I tried to think a lonelier thing

than any I had seen

some polar expiation

an omen in the bone

of death’s tremendous nearness.

I probed retrieveless things

my duplicate to borrow

a haggard comfort springs.

From the belief that somewhere

within the clutch of thought

there dwells one other creature

of heavenly love forgot.

I plucked at our partition

as one should pry the walls

between himself and horror’s twin

within opposing cells.

I almost strove to casp his hand,

such luxury it grew

that as myself could pity him, perhaps,

he pitied me”.

[Cooperation with, tuttoilmondoteatro]