I measure every Grief I meet
Ballad Meter, Dashes, and Weird Capitalization
It's never hard to spot a Dickinson poem. In addition to her powerfully abstract ideas and keen intellect, you're sure to spot it if only for the way it looks on the page: dashes up the wazoo, four-line stanzas, and wonky capitals every which way. This poem is classic Dickinson, and checks off all three of those boxes.