Treasure Island

Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A door just opened on a street


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.

Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001
Edited: Monday, May 14, 2001

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  • * Sunprincess * (1/25/2014 11:14:00 PM)

    .......seems as if she is saying she caught a glimpse of wealth, warmth and company...as she was passing by...but she would rather be alone cause all is not what it seems... (Report) Reply

  • Ruby Root (8/26/2006 10:02:00 PM)

    I wonder if she closed the door because she was afraid and backed away. It is hard to say and she is living with the misery. (Report) Reply

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