Emily Dickinson

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

I Felt My Life With Both My Hands - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there—
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler—

I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name—
For doubt, that I should know the Sound—

I judged my features—jarred my hair—
I pushed my dimples by, and waited—
If they—twinkled back—
Conviction might, of me—

I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend—
That—was a former time—
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home!"


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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