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I measure every Grief I meet

I measure every Grief I meet

  

by Emily Dickinson

Analysis: What's Up With the Title?

Here's the thing: nothing's up with the title because this poem doesn't actually have a title. In fact, Dickinson never titled her poems, so over the years, editors have simply given them numbers, in the order in which they were supposedly written. This one is good ol' number 561. But numbers never quite have the right ring, so most folks refer to it by its first line, "I measure every Grief I meet."

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