Emily Dickinson

I Never Felt At Home below

poem 413

I never felt at Home Below - And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home I know I don’t like Paradise Because it’s Sunday all the time And Recess never comes And Eden’ll be so lonesome Bright Wednesday Afternoons If God could make a visit Or ever took a Nap So not to see us but they say Himself a Telescope Perennial beholds us Myself would run away From Him and Holy Ghost and All But there’s the Judgement Day!

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