Emily Dickinson

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

While It Is Alive - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare—

Love is like Life—merely longer
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection
Scooping up the Dust and chanting "Live"!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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