I live with her –– I see her face
I go no more away –– for Visitor or Sundown ––
Death’s single privacy.
The only one forestalling mine ––
And that by rights that she
Present a claim –– invisible ––
No wedlock granted me.
I live with her –– I hear her voice.
I stand alive today ––
As Witness to the Certainty
Of Immortality.
Taught me by Time ––
The lower way ––
Conviction every day
That life like this is endless
Be Judgment what it may!
~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
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One of my favorite pieces! I sometimes post it on 9/11.
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I thought I was being clever when I came up with that one but it is a pain in Ye Olde keister to write!
My best friend lived to be 96! You still have time!
We cover thee, sweet face --
ReplyDeleteNot that we tire of thee --
But that thyself fatigue of us
Remember as thou flee
We follow thee --
Until thou notice us no more
And then -- reluctant --turn away
To conn thee o'er and o'er,
And blame the scanty love
We were content to show
Augmented, sweet, a hundredfold --
If thou couldst take it now.
~ Emiiy Dickinson (1830-1886)
We cover thee, sweet face --
ReplyDeleteNot that we tire of thee --
But that thyself fatigue of us
Remember as thou flee
We follow thee --
Until thou notice us no more
And then -- reluctant --turn away
To conn thee o'er and o'er,
And blame the scanty love
We were content to show
Augmented, sweet, a hundredfold --
If thou couldst take it now.
~ Emiiy Dickinson (1830-1886)