Life CXI. a door just opened on a street (953), by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life CXI. a door just opened on a street (953)

Part One: Life

CXI

A DOOR just opened on a street—

I, lost, was passing by—

An instant’s width of warmth disclosed,

And wealth, and company.

The door as sudden shut, and I,

I, lost, was passing by,—

Lost doubly, but by contrast most,

Enlightening misery

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