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Heaven’s Door

Heaven’s Door

Tonight, I learned a bit about Emily Dickenson…  There was a performance of “The Belle Of Amherst” at the library this evening, so we had a home school field trip to see it.

I am not into poetry, and never have been – mainly because I don’t get it.
A little Poe, a little Frost.  I can’t handle much else.

But I ran across this, by Dickenson:

Going to Heaven!
I don’t know when —
Pray do not ask me how!
Indeed I’m too astonished
To think of answering you!
Going to Heaven!
How dim it sounds!
And yet it will be done
As sure as flocks go home at night
Unto the Shepherd’s arm!

Perhaps you’re going too!
Who knows?
If you should get there first
Save just a little space for me
Close to the two I lost —
The smallest “Robe” will fit me
And just a bit of “Crown” —
For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home —

I’m glad I don’t believe it
For it would stop my breath —
And I’d like to look a little more
At such a curious Earth!
I’m glad they did believe it
Whom I have never found
Since the might Autumn afternoon
I left them in the ground.

I have absolutely no idea what she means with the third verse (or whatever you call it in poetry).  The first two, however, are pretty plain and I sure do get it – as sure as flocks go home at night/unto the Shepherd’s arm!

Emily wrote somewhere around 1,775 poems…  Maybe I’ll read them.
So far this is my favorite:

A Door just opened on a street —
I — lost — was passing by —
An instant’s Width of Warmth disclosed —
And Wealth — and Company.

The Door as instant shut — And I —
I — lost — was passing by —
Lost doubly — but by contrast — most —
Informing — misery —


When people pass by me, I want my door to be open – wide with warmth, wealth and company –

for the lost.


Posted by on February 16, 2012 in Musings


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