Emily Dickinson

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

Doom Is The House Without The Door - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Doom is the House without the Door—
'Tis entered from the Sun—
And then the Ladder's thrown away,
Because Escape—is done—

'Tis varied by the Dream
Of what they do outside—
Where Squirrels play—and Berries die—
And Hemlocks—bow—to God—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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