Emily Dickinson

Heaven Is What I Cannot Reach!

poem 239

Heaven is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree Provided it do hopeless hang That He aven 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!

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