(no subject)
I cannot live with you-
It would be Life-
And Life is over there-
Behind the Shelf
The Sexton keeps the Keyto-
Putting up
Our Life-His Porcelain-
Like a Cup-
Discarded of the Housewife-
Quaint-or Broke-
A newer Severs pleases-
Old Ones crack-
I could not die-with You-
For One must wait
To shut the Other's Gaze down-
You-could not-
And I-Could I stand by
And see You-freeze-
Withour my Right of Frost-
Death's privilege?
Nor could I rise-with You-
Because Your Face
Would put out Jesus'-
That New Grace
Glow plain-and foreign
On my homesick Eye-
Except that You than He
Shone closer by-
They'd judge Us-How-
For You served Heaven-You know,
Or sought to-
I could not-
Because You saturated Sight-
And I had no more Eyes
for sordid excellence
As Paradise
And were you lost, I would be-
Though My Name
Rang loudest
On the Heavenly fame-
And were You-saved-
And I condemned to be
Where You were not-
That self-were Hell to Me-
So We must meet apart-
You there-I-here-
With just the Door ajar
That Oceans are-and Prayer-
And that White Sustenance-
Despair-
-emily dickinson