Emily Dickinson

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

Three Times—we Parted—breath—and I - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Three times—we parted—Breath—and I—
Three times—He would not go—
But strove to stir the lifeless Fan
The Waters—strove to stay.

Three Times—the Billows tossed me up—
Then caught me—like a Ball—
Then made Blue faces in my face—
And pushed away a sail

That crawled Leagues off—I liked to see—
For thinking—while I die—
How pleasant to behold a Thing
Where Human faces—be—

The Waves grew sleepy—Breath—did not—
The Winds—like Children—lulled—
Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis—
And I stood up—and lived—


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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