I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before


Stare vacant into mine
And ask my business there.
My business,--just a life I left,
Was such still dwelling there?


I fumbled at my nerve,
I scanned the windows near;
The silence like an ocean rolled,
And broke against my ear.


I laughed a wooden laugh
That I could fear a door,
Who danger and the dead had faced,
But never quaked before.


I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me standing there.


I moved my fingers off
As cautiously as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.


-- Emily Dickinson

Tags: Dickinsen, home, poems, poetry, women

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I like her poetry too!

I'm trying to caught up on all the posts on the site.

Looks like I missed some .. like this one.

I enjoy all your posts Dallas. I'm so glad you are on the site.

Thanks Steph. You and I do seem to have a lot in common. : )

We do Dallas! It's awesome!


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