Departed To The Judgment,

Departed to the judgment,
A mighty afternoon;
Great clouds like ushers leaning,
Creation looking on.

The flesh surrendered, cancelled
The bodiless begun;
Two worlds, like audiences, disperse
And leave the soul alone.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (3)

.......amazing words and thoughts of death and the soul being left alone ★
A rather dark but interesting poem. Loneliness obviously has weighed heavily on her here
Such an incredible woman! How dark her poetry became when her dear friends began to pass away, leaving her ever so lonely.... It seems that death and heaven became her obsession for quite a while. I feel like her poetry is a window to her soul, and that she might have opened it just for me.... How silly that seems when I am not entrenched in her words...