We pray—to Heaven—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

We pray—to Heaven—

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We pray—to Heaven—

We prate—of Heaven—

Relate—when Neighbors die—

At what o’clock to heaven—they fled—

Who saw them—Wherefore fly?

Is Heaven a Place—a Sky—a Tree?

Location’s narrow way is for Ourselves—

Unto the Dead

There’s no Geography—

But State—Endowal—Focus—

Where&m dash;Omnipresence—fly?

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