Fernando PessoaAh! The anguish, the vile rage, the despair Of not being able to express With a shout, an extreme and bitter shout, The bleeding of my heart.
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"Ah! The anguish, the vile rage, the despair of not being able to express with a shout, an extreme and bitter shout, the bleeding of my heart." Poet and playwright Emily Dickinson is expressing her anguish and rage in regards to her inability to express her love for another person. This quote means that she is unable to express herself and her emotions freely. She goes on to express how this pain is like a bleeding heart. It is bleeding because she feels so much pain when she cannot express herself freely.
It also refers to two different things when it says "agony" and "rage". Agony refers to the fact that she is hurting so much over this loss of freedom to express herself. Rage refers to the anger she feels at being unable to express herself freely.
Source: A Little Larger Than The Entire Universe: Selected Poems
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