I Cannot Live Without You

Emily Dickinson

I cannot live with You
It would be Life
And Life is over there
Behind the Shelf

The Sexton keeps the Key to
Putting up
Our Life His Porcelain
Like a Cup

Discarded of the Housewife
Quaint  or Broke
A newer Sevres pleases
Old Ones crack

I could not die with You
For One must wait
To shut the Other's Gaze down
You could not

And I Could I stand by
And see You freeze
Without my Right of Frost
Death's privilege?

Nor could I rise with You
Because Your Face
Would put out Jesus'
That New Grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick Eye
Except that You than He
Shone closer by

They'd judge Us How
For You served Heaven You know,
Or sought to
I could not

Because You saturated Sight
And I had no more Eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise

And were You lost, I would be
Though My Name
Rang loudest
On the Heavenly fame

And were You saved
And I condemned to be
Where You were not
That self were Hell to Me

So We must meet apart
You there I  here
With just the Door ajar
That Oceans are and Prayer
And that White Sustenance
Despair

Coments

This peom is about some close to the author that die, probably a relitive or love. Many people commit suicide because of someone close dying, just so that they can be with them. But what if there is no life after death and everything is thrown away