Remorse -- is Memory -- awake --
Her Parties all astir --
A Presence of Departed Acts --
At window -- and at Door --
Its Past -- set down before the Soul
And lighted with a Match --
Perusal -- to facilitate --
And help Belief to stretch --
Remorse is cureless -- the Disease
Not even God -- can heal --
For 'tis His institution -- and
The Adequate of Hell --
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Comments2Wow, this poem really hits deep. It captures the feeling of regret so perfectly, I can't help but be drawn into its haunting atmosphere. The imagery and language are so vivid, it's as if I'm experiencing the emotions myself. A powerful and thought-provoking read, indeed. 😢👏📖
Wow, Emily Dickinson's 'Remorse' is deep. The way she describes remorse as unhealable even by God... it's kind of scary, but feels honest. What do you think she meant by remorse being God's institution? Could use some help figuring that out.