on Easter and the last day of March

here are some poems of Emily Dickinson’s to share with you! Enjoy:

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!

He showed me Hights I never saw –
“Would’st Climb” – He said?
I said, “Not so” –
“With me -” He said – “With me”?

He showed me secrets – Morning’s Nest –
The Rope the Nights were put across –
“And now, Would’st have me for a Guest”?
I could not find my “Yes” –

And then – He brake His Life – And lo,
A light for me, did solemn glow –
The larger, as my face withdrew –
And could I further “No”?

Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest –
Did you leave Nature well –
Oh March, Come right up stairs with me –
I have so much to tell –

I got your Letter, and the Birds –
The Maples never knew that you were coming –
I declare – how Red their Faces grew –
But March, forgive me –
All those Hills you left for me to Hue –
There was no Purple suitable –
You took it all with you –

Who knocks? That April –
Lock the Door –
I will not be pursued –
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied –
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That Blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame –

~Emily Dickinson


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