Emily Dickinson

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

Me Prove It Now—whoever Doubt - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
Me stop to prove it—now—
Make haste—the Scruple! Death be scant
For Opportunity—

The River reaches to my feet—
As yet—My Heart be dry—
Oh Lover—Life could not convince—
Might Death—enable Thee—

The River reaches to My Breast—
Still—still—My Hands above
Proclaim with their remaining Might—
Dost recognize the Love?

The River reaches to my Mouth—
Remember—when the Sea
Swept by my searching eyes—the last—
Themselves were quick—with Thee!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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