Friday, April 04, 2008

that pale sustenance

I CANNOT live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf


So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale sustenance,

Emily Dickinson
XII. In Vain.
Poems, Series 1

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