Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 69. Remorse is memory awake


Remorse is memory awake,

Her companies astir, --

A presence of departed acts

At window and at door.

It's past set down before the soul,

And lighted with a match,

Perusal to facilitate

Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless, -- the disease

Not even God can heal;

For 't is his institution, --

The complement of hell.