Emily Dickinson

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

It Was A Grave, Yet Bore No Stone - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
Enclosed 'twas not of Rail
A Consciousness its Acre, and
It held a Human Soul.

Entombed by whom, for what offence
If Home or Foreign born—
Had I the curiosity
'Twere not appeased of men

Till Resurrection, I must guess
Denied the small desire
A Rose upon its Ridge to sow
Or take away a Briar.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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