Life XLVII. Is Heaven a physician?, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life XLVII. Is Heaven a physician?

Part One: Life

XLVII

IS Heaven a physician?

They say that He can heal;

But medicine posthumous

Is unavailable.

Is Heaven an exchequer?

They speak of what we owe;

But that negotiation

I ’m not a party to.

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