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Dickinson, Emily: It was not Death, for I stood up

Dickinson, Emily portréja

It was not Death, for I stood up (Angol)

It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down–
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos–crawl–
Nor Fire–for just my Marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool–

And yet, it tasted, like them all,
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial,
Reminded me, of mine–

As if my life were shaven,
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key,
And ‘twas like Midnight, some–

When everything that ticked–has stopped–
And Space stares all around–
Or Grisly frosts–first Autumn morns,
Repeal the Beating Ground–

But, most, like Chaos–Stopless–cool–
Without a Chance, or Spar–
Or even a Report of Land–
To justify–Despair



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Az idézet forrásahttps://allpoetry.com/poem/13587479-It-was-not-Death–for-I-stood-up–510–by-Emily-Dickinson

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