It was not Death, for I stood up
Emily Dickinson
1830 to 1886
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Or even a Report of Land -
And 'twas like Midnight, some -
It was not Death, for I stood up,
When everything that ticked - has stopped -
Could keep a Chancel, cool -
And fitted to a frame,
The Figures I have seen
And all the Dead, lie down -
I felt Siroccos - crawl -
As if my life were shaven,
Repeal the Beating Ground -
Or Grisly frosts - first Autumn morns,
But most, like Chaos - Stopless - cool -
To justify - Despair.
And could not breathe without a key,
And yet, it tasted, like them all,
It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Set orderly, for Burial
Reminded me, of mine -
And space stares - all around -
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.
Nor Fire - for just my marble feet
Without a Chance, or spar -