Emily Dickinson

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

Home - Poem by Emily Dickinson

Years I had been from home,
And now, before the door
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my business there.
My business, - just a life I left,
Was such still dwelling there?

I fumbled at my nerve,
I scanned the windows near;
The silence like an ocean rolled,
And broke against my ear.

I laughed a wooden laugh
That I could fear a door,
Who danger and the dead had faced,
But never quaked before.

I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me standing there.

I moved my fingers off
As cautiously as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.

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  • Gold Star - 36,824 Points * Sunprincess * (11/18/2015 11:30:00 PM)

    ...........an amazing write....one of my favorites ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, April 6, 2015

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