Death Is a Dialogue
The Manner Of Its Death
Poems About Death
by Emily Dickinson
The Test of Love Is Death
The Test of Love-is Death-
Our Lord-"so loved"-it saith-
What Largest Lover-hath-
Another-doth-
If smaller Patience—be-
Through less Infinity-
If Bravo, sometimes swerve-
Through fainter Nerve-
Accept its Most-
And overlook—the Dust-
Last-Least-
The Cross'-Request-
- Death Poem
by Emily Dickinson
Death Is a Dialogue
Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
"Dissolve" says Death-The Spirit "Sir
I have another Trust"-
Death doubts it-Argues from the Ground-
The Spirit turns away
Just laying off for evidence
An Overcoat of Clay.
- Death Poem
by Emily Dickinson
The Manner Of Its Death
The manner of its Death
When certain it must die-
'Tis deemed a privilege to choose-
'Twas Major Andre's way-
When choice of life-is past-
There yet remains a love
Its little fate to stipulate-
How small in those who live-
The miracle to tease
With bable of the styles-
How "they are dying mostly-now"-
And customs at "St. James"!
- Death Poem by Emily Dickinson
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become-
Who had they lived, had died but when
They died, Vitality begun.
Quote by Emily Dickinson
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