Emily Dickinson

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

I Read My Sentence—steadily - Poem by Emily Dickinson


I read my sentence—steadily—
Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its extremest clause—
The Date, and manner, of the shame—
And then the Pious Form
That "God have mercy" on the Soul
The Jury voted Him—
I made my soul familiar—with her extremity—
That at the last, it should not be a novel Agony—
But she, and Death, acquainted—
Meet tranquilly, as friends—
Salute, and pass, without a Hint—
And there, the Matter ends—

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  • Gold Star - 37,059 Points * Sunprincess * (9/28/2015 6:53:00 PM)

    ...........great rhythm and nice rhyme ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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