(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

You Taught Me Waiting With Myself


You taught me Waiting with Myself—
Appointment strictly kept—
You taught me fortitude of Fate—
This—also—I have learnt—

An Altitude of Death, that could
No bitterer debar
Than Life—had done—before it—
Yet—there is a Science more—

The Heaven you know—to understand
That you be not ashamed
Of Me—in Christ's bright Audience
Upon the further Hand—

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As with ALL Emily Dickinson...this little epithet speaks for the Universal Soul. I cannot think of another poet with such an understanding of human travail! ! Such fiercely accurate accomplishment in the art of literary transcription. God, in His Gratitude...Bless Her! !
I know you are not now belong to this earth. i invite you to read my poem The Highest Degree. i am giving you full marks. you must consider me suitably. Regards.