Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight
Escape - it is the Basket
In which the Heart is caught
When down some awful Battlement
The rest of Life is dropt -
'Tis not to sight the savior -
It is to be the saved -
And that is why I lay my Head
Upon this trusty word -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true enough theme, but I would like to see more depth in Emily's poems. Dig deeper.