Emily Dickinson

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

I Am Alive - I Guess - Poem by Emily Dickinson

I am alive—I guess—
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory—
And at my finger's end—

The Carmine—tingles warm—
And if I hold a Glass
Across my Mouth—it blurs it—
Physician's—proof of Breath—

I am alive—because
I am not in a Room—
The Parlor—Commonly—it is—
So Visitors may come—

And lean—and view it sidewise—
And add 'How cold—it grew'—
And 'Was it conscious—when it stepped
In Immortality? '

I am alive—because
I do not own a House—
Entitled to myself—precise—
And fitting no one else—

And marked my Girlhood's name—
So Visitors may know
Which Door is mine—and not

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 26, 2015

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