Emily Dickinson

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

I'Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent - Poem by Emily Dickinson


I've known a Heaven, like a Tent—
To wrap its shining Yards—
Pluck up its stakes, and disappear—
Without the sound of Boards
Or Rip of Nail—Or Carpenter—
But just the miles of Stare—
That signalize a Show's Retreat—
In North America—

No Trace—no Figment of the Thing
That dazzled, Yesterday,
No Ring—no Marvel—
Men, and Feats—
Dissolved as utterly—
As Bird's far Navigation
Discloses just a Hue—
A plash of Oars, a Gaiety—
Then swallowed up, of View.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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