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If He Were Living—dare I Ask
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

If He Were Living—dare I Ask

Poem By Emily Dickinson

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If He were living—dare I ask—
And how if He be dead—
And so around the Words I went—
Of meeting them—afraid—

I hinted Changes—Lapse of Time—
The Surfaces of Years—
I touched with Caution—lest they crack—
And show me to my fears—

Reverted to adjoining Lives—
Adroitly turning out
Wherever I suspected Graves—
'Twas prudenter—I thought—

And He—I pushed—with sudden force—
In face of the Suspense—
"Was buried"—"Buried"! "He!"
My Life just holds the Trench—

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.........wonderful poem and excellent imagery ★


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