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