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