Emily Dickinson

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

It's Coming—the Postponeless Creature - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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It's coming—the postponeless Creature—
It gains the Block—and now—it gains the Door—
Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings—
Enters—with a "You know Me—Sir"?

Simple Salute—and certain Recognition—
Bold—were it Enemy—Brief—were it friend—
Dresses each House in Crape, and Icicle—
And carries one—out of it—to God—


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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