Emily Dickinson

The Last Night That She Lived

poem 1100

The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying this to Us Made Nature different We noticed smallest things Things overlooked before By this great light upon our Minds Italicized as ’twere. As We went out and in Between Her final Room And Rooms where Those to be alive Tomorrow were, a Blame That Others could exist While She must finish quite A Jealousy for Her arose So nearly infinite We waited while She passed It was a narrow time Too jostled were Our Souls to speak At length the notice came. She mentioned, and forgot Then lightly as a Reed Bent to the Water, struggled scarce Consented, and was dead And We We placed the Hair And drew the Head erect And then an awful leisure was Belief to regulate

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