While It Is Alive, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

While It Is Alive

491

While it is alive

Until Death touches it

While it and I lap one Air

Dwell in one Blood

Under one Sacrament

Show me Division can split or pare—

Love is like Life—merely longer

Love is like Death, during the Grave

Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection

Scooping up the Dust and chanting “Live”!

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