Emily Dickinson

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

That After Horror—that 'Twas Us

Poem by Emily Dickinson

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That after Horror—that 'twas us—
That passed the mouldering Pier—
Just as the Granite Crumb let go—
Our Savior, by a Hair—

A second more, had dropped too deep
For Fisherman to plumb—
The very profile of the Thought
Puts Recollection numb—

The possibility—to pass
Without a Moment's Bell—
Into Conjecture's presence—
Is like a Face of Steel—
That suddenly looks into ours
With a metallic grin—
The Cordiality of Death—
Who drills his Welcome in—


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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