"Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach! Poem by Emily Dickinson
"Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach!
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"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—"Heaven" is—to Me!
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
The interdicted Land—
Behind the Hill—the House behind—
There—Paradise—is found!
Her teasing Purples—Afternoons—
The credulous—decoy—
Enamored—of the Conjuror—
That spurned us—Yesterday!
she has a miraculous way of thinking. i love all her work.
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud— The interdicted Land— Behind the Hill—the House behind— There—Paradise—is found!
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12/9/2024 10:16:55 PM # 1.0.0
The Paradises on earth of which she speaks can be pretty heavenly in an earthly sense but unfortunately they are temporary and prone to tragedy because they are not eternal. Lovely but short-lived. I think perhaps the successful spiritual person can thoroughly enjoy the paradises that can be found on earth while keeping the soul fixed on the lodestone that is Heavenly Paradise.