Emily Dickinson

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

Not In This World To See His Face - Poem by Emily Dickinson

Not in this world to see his face
Sounds long, until I read the place
Where this is said to be
But just the primer to a life
Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
Clasped yet to him and me.

And yet, my primer suits me so
I would not choose a book to know
Than that, be sweeter wise;
Might some one else so learned be.
And leave me just my A B C,
Himself could have the skies.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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