Emily Dickinson

I Am Alive – I Guess

I am alive I guess The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory And at my finger’s end The Carmine tingles warm And if I hold a Glass Across my Mouth it blurs it Physician’s proof of Breath I am alive because I am not in a Room The Parlor Commonly it is So Visitors may come And lean and view it sidewise And add ‘How cold it grew’ And ‘Was it conscious when it stepped In Immortality? ‘ I am alive because I do not own a House Entitled to myself precise And fitting no one else And marked my Girlhood’s name So Visitors may know Which Door is mine and not

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