It's Coming—the Postponeless Creature Poem by Emily Dickinson

It's Coming—the Postponeless Creature



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It's coming—the postponeless Creature—
It gains the Block—and now—it gains the Door—
Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings—
Enters—with a "You know Me—Sir"?

Simple Salute—and certain Recognition—
Bold—were it Enemy—Brief—were it friend—
Dresses each House in Crape, and Icicle—
And carries one—out of it—to God—

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Amherst / Massachusetts
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