| I cannot live with You - |
| It would be Life - |
| And Life is over there - |
Behind the Shelf
|
| The Sexton keeps the Key to - |
| Putting up |
| Our Life – His porcelain - |
Like a Cup -
|
| Discarded of the Housewife - |
| Quaint – or Broke - |
| A newer Sevres pleases - |
Old Ones crack -
|
| I could not die- with You - |
| For One must wait |
| To shut the Other’s Gaze down - |
You – could not -
|
| And I – Could I stand by |
| And see You – freeze - |
| Without my Right of Frost - |
Death’s privilege?
|
| Nor could I rise – with You - |
| Because Your Face |
| Would put out Jesus’ - |
That New Grace
|
| Glow plain – and foreign |
| On my homesick Eye - |
| Except that You than He |
Shone closer by -
|
| They’d judge Us – How - |
| For You – served Heaven – You know, |
| Or sought to - |
I could not -
|
| Because You saturated Sight - |
| And I had not more Eyes |
| For sordid excellence |
As Paradise
|
| And were You lost, I would be - |
| Though My Name |
| Rang loudest |
On the Heavenly fame -
|
| And were You – saved - |
| And I – condemned to be |
| Where You were not - |
That self – were Hell to Me -
|
| So We must meet apart - |
| You there – I – here - |
| With just the Door ajar |
| That Oceans are – and Prayer - |
| And that White Sustenance - |
Despair -
|
| Emily
Dickinson |
Classic Poems |
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|
[ Because I could not stop for Death ] [ I heard a Fly buzz-when I died ] [ I cannot live with You ] [ I died for Beauty- but was scarce ] [ It was not Death, for I stood up ] [ My life closed twice before its close ] [ Success is counted sweetest ] |
