Emily Dickinson

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

It Always Felt To Me—a Wrong - Poem by Emily Dickinson


It always felt to me—a wrong
To that Old Moses—done—
To let him see—the Canaan—
Without the entering—

And tho' in soberer moments—
No Moses there can be
I'm satisfied—the Romance
In point of injury—

Surpasses sharper stated—
Of Stephen—or of Paul—
For these—were only put to death—
While God's adroiter will

On Moses—seemed to fasten
With tantalizing Play
As Boy—should deal with lesser Boy—
To prove ability.

The fault—was doubtless Israel's—
Myself—had banned the Tribes—
And ushered Grand Old Moses
In Pentateuchal Robes

Upon the Broad Possession
'Twas little—But titled Him—to see—
Old Man on Nebo! Late as this—
My justice bleeds—for Thee!

Comments about It Always Felt To Me—a Wrong by Emily Dickinson

  • Silver Star - 7,657 Points Eric Ericson (1/23/2015 6:57:00 AM)

    Here again she openly questions God and the Bible. This was not done by anyone in the proper American society of her day. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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