THE LAST night
that she lived
by
Emily Dickinson (1830–86)
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| Painting by Eva Yri (photo: Eva Dickson) |
THE LAST night that she lived,
It was a common night,
Except the dying; this to us
Made nature different.
We noticed smallest things,—
Things overlooked before,
By this great light upon our minds
Italicized, as ’t were.
That others could exist
While she must finish quite,
A jealousy for her arose
So nearly infinite.
We waited while she passed;
It was a narrow time,
Too jostled were our souls to speak,
At length the notice came.
She mentioned, and forgot;
Then lightly as a reed
Bent to the water, shivered scarce,
Consented, and was dead.
And we, we placed the hair,
And drew the head erect;
And then an awful leisure was,
Our faith to regulate.
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| Emily Dickinson 1859 Photograph: Amherst College Archives |
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On the authenticity of this daguerreotype discovered in 1995.
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