Poetry

I Cannot Live Without You by Emily Dickinson


I cannot live with You โ€“
It would be Life โ€“
And Life is over there โ€“
Behind the Shelf

The Sexton keeps the Key to โ€“
Putting up
Our Life โ€“ His Porcelain โ€“
Like a Cup โ€“

Discarded of the Housewife โ€“
Quaint โ€“ or Broke โ€“
A newer Sevres pleases โ€“
Old Ones crack โ€“

I could not die โ€“ with You โ€“
For One must wait
To shut the Otherโ€™s Gaze down โ€“
You โ€“ could not โ€“

And I โ€“ could I stand by
And see You โ€“ freeze โ€“
Without my Right of Frost โ€“
Deathโ€™s privilege?

Nor could I rise โ€“ with You โ€“
Because Your Face
Would put out Jesusโ€™ โ€“
That New Grace

Glow plain โ€“ and foreign
On my homesick Eye โ€“
Except that You than He
Shone closer by โ€“

Theyโ€™d judge Us โ€“ How โ€“
For You โ€“ served Heaven โ€“ You know,
Or sought to โ€“
I could not โ€“

Because You saturated Sight โ€“
And I had no more Eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise

And were You lost, I would be โ€“
Though My Name
Rang loudest
On the Heavenly fame โ€“

And were You โ€“ saved โ€“
And I โ€“ condemned to be
Where You were not โ€“
That self โ€“ were Hell to Me โ€“

So We must meet apart โ€“
You there โ€“ I โ€“ here โ€“
With just the Door ajar
That Oceans are โ€“ and Prayer โ€“
And that White Sustenance โ€“
Despair โ€“

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