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[bwthornton]

I cannot live with You by Emily Dickinson

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I cannot live with You by Emily Dickinson

#EmilyDickinson #ICannotLiveWithYou #poetry #poetrycommunity #WritingCommunity #photography

[amlitlover]

Emily Dickinson’s love poem

"I cannot live with You – It would be Life – And Life is over there – Behind the Shelf..." https://americanliterature.com/author/emily-dickinson/poem/i-cannot-live-without-you

[lilmissymisery-blog]

I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to -- Putting up Our Life -- His Porcelain -- Like a Cup -- Discarded of the Housewife -- Quaint -- or Broke -- A newer Sevres pleases -- Old Ones crack -- I could not die -- with You -- For One must wait To shut the Other's Gaze down -- You -- could not -- And I -- Could I stand by And see You -- freeze -- Without my Right of Frost -- Death's privilege? Nor could I rise -- with You -- Because Your Face Would put out Jesus' -- That New Grace Glow plain -- and foreign On my homesick Eye -- Except that You than He Shone closer by -- They'd judge Us -- How -- For You -- served Heaven -- You know, Or sought to -- I could not -- Because You saturated Sight -- And I had no more Eyes For sordid excellence As Paradise And were You lost, I would be -- Though My Name Rang loudest On the Heavenly fame -- And were You -- saved -- And I -- condemned to be Where You were not -- That self -- were Hell to Me -- So We must meet apart -- You there -- I -- here -- With just the Door ajar That Oceans are -- and Prayer -- And that White Sustenance -- Despair -- ~Emily Dickinson

[bwthornton]

I cannot live with You by Emily Dickinson I cannot live with You – It would be Life – And Life is over there – Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to – Putting up Our Life – His Porcelain – Like a Cup – Discarded of the Housewife – Quaint – or Broke – A newer Sevres pleases – Old Ones crack – I could not die – with You – For One must wait To shut the Other's Gaze down – You – could not – And I – could I stand by And see You – freeze – Without my Right of Frost – Death's privilege? Nor could I rise – with You – Because Your Face Would put out Jesus' – That New Grace Glow plain – and foreign On my homesick Eye – Except that You than He Shone closer by – They'd judge Us – How – For You – served Heaven – You know, Or sought to – I could not – Because You saturated Sight – And I had no more Eyes For sordid excellence As Paradise And were You lost, I would be – Though My Name Rang loudest On the Heavenly fame – And were You – saved – And I – condemned to be Where You were not – That self – were Hell to Me – So We must meet apart – You there – I – here – With just the Door ajar That Oceans are – and Prayer – And that White Sustenance – Despair – #EmilyDickinson #ICannotLiveWithYou #Poems #Poetry