Life LXXXVIII. Heaven is what I cannot reach! (239), par Emily Dickinson | poèmes, essais et nouvelles sur Poeticous

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life LXXXVIII. Heaven is what I cannot reach! (239)

Part One: Life

LXXXVIII

HEAVEN is what I cannot reach!

The apple on the tree,

Provided it do hopeless hang,

That “heaven” is, to me.

The color on the cruising cloud,

The interdicted ground

Behind the hill, the house behind,—

There Paradise is found!

Her teasing Purples—Afternoons—

The credulous—decoy—

Enamored—of the Conjuror—

That spurned us—Yesterday!

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