Emily Dickinson

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

The Way I Read A Letter's—this - Poem by Emily Dickinson


The Way I read a Letter's—this—
'Tis first—I lock the Door—
And push it with my fingers—next—
For transport it be sure—

And then I go the furthest off
To counteract a knock—
Then draw my little Letter forth
And slowly pick the lock—

Then—glancing narrow, at the Wall—
And narrow at the floor
For firm Conviction of a Mouse
Not exorcised before—

Peruse how infinite I am
To no one that You—know—
And sigh for lack of Heaven—but not
The Heaven God bestow—

Comments about The Way I Read A Letter's—this by Emily Dickinson

  • Joshua Kim (12/8/2015 9:34:00 PM)

    To heavy to pick up any meaning or sense! How un-sweet some of Emily's poems are! (Report) Reply

    Joshua Kim Joshua Kim (12/8/2015 9:43:00 PM)

    Too heavy to pick up...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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