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It’s coming-the postponeless Creature-
It gains the Block-and now-it gains the Door-
Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings-
Enters-with a “You know Me-Sir”?
Simple Salute-and certain Recognition-
Bold-were it Enemy-Brief-were it friend-
Dresses each House in Crape, and Icicle-
And carries one-out of it-to God-
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)