Emily Dickinson

I Felt My Life With Both My Hands

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I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler I turned my Being round and round And paused at every pound To ask the Owner’s name For doubt, that I should know the Sound I judged my features jarred my hair I pushed my dimples by, and waited If they twinkled back Conviction might, of me I told myself, Take Courage, Friend That was a former time But we might learn to like the Heaven, As well as our Old Home!

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