"Emily Dickinson - So give me back to Death --
So give me back to Death --
The Death I never feared
Except that it deprived of thee --
And now, by Life deprived,
In my own Grave I breathe
And estimate its size --
Its size is all that Hell can guess --
And all that Heaven was --"
"Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, by Emily Dickinson
1640
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy,
And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men —
Ill it becometh me to dwell so wealthily
When at my very Door are those possessing more,
In abject poverty —"
A grave for me,
the noetic death
of your absence.
I detest this
I putrefy
preposterously
even before the loss.
Wish you were here,
even as dream.
It's sad, I stopped
no longer dreaming.
Ambivalent
consolation,
ecstatic memory.
I live as it
endlessly bursts
through my poetry.
I become happy
but untimely,
in preserving
your sweet presence
thoroughly undead.
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