Nightfall's Nest: Basement


You're just making me miserable.

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
Grow 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, 640

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