Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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It’s coming — the postponeless Creature —
It gains the Block — and now — it gains the Door —
Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings —
Enters — with a “You know Me — Sir”?

Simple Salute — and certain Recognition —
Bold — were it Enemy — Brief — were it friend —
Dresses each House in Crape, and Icicle —
And carries one — out of it — to God —

1. A Service of Song
2. Love’s Baptism
3. Rouge et Noir
4. Unreturning
5. Apocalypse

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