I cannot live with You
de Emily Dickinson(2006)
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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