Emily Dickinson

This World Is Not Conclusion

poem 501

This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond Invisible, as Music But positive, as Sound It beckons, and it baffles Philosophy don’t know And through a Riddle, at the last Sagacity, must go To guess it, puzzles scholars To gain it, Men have borne Contempt of Generations And Crucifixion, shown Faith slips and laughs, and rallies Blushes, if any see Plucks at a twig of Evidence And asks a Vane, the way Much Gesture, from the Pulpit Strong Hallelujahs roll Narcotics cannot still the Tooth That nibbles at the soul

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