I Measure Every Grief I Meet
Poem lyrics of I Measure Every Grief I Meet by Emily Dickinson.
I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.
I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.
I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.
I wonder if when years have piled–
Some thousands–on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;
Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.
I feel the same a lot of times. Whenever I see pain, I measure it with mine. And I’ve always thought it to be a very personal trait. But as always, it turns out I have company.