Emily Dickinson - An irgendeinem Sommermorgen. Poems/Gedichte

How all the Clocks stopped in the World –

And Sunshine pinched me – ’Twas so cold –

Then how the Grief got sleepy – some –

As if my Soul were deaf and dumb –

Just making signs – across – to Thee –

That this way – thou could’st notice me –

I’ll tell you how I tried to keep

A smile, to show you, when this Deep

All Waded – We look back for Play,

At those Old Times – in Calvary.

Forgive me, if the Grave come slow –

For Coveting to look at Thee –

Forgive me, if to stroke thy frost

Outvisions Paradise!

ca. 1862

Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?

Not Death – for who is He?

The Porter of my Father’s Lodge

As much abasheth me!

Of Life? ’Twere odd I fear [a] thing

That comprehendeth me

In one or two existences –

Just as the case may be –

Of Resurrection? Is the East

Afraid to trust the Morn

With her fastidious forehead?

As soon impeach my Crown!

ca. 1862

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