The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
I am alive - I guess -The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory - And at my finger's end - The Carmine - tingles warm -And if I hold a Glass Across my mouth - it blurs it - Physician's - proof of Breath - I am alive - because I am not in a Room -The Parlor - commonly - it is - So Visitors may come - And lean - and view it sidewise - And add "How cold - it grew" - And "Was it conscious - when it steppedIn Immortality"? I am alive - because I do not own a House - Entitled to myself - precise - And fitting no one else -And marked my Girlhood's name - So Visitors may know Which Door is mine - and not mistake - And try another Key - How good - to be alive!How infinite - to be Alive - two-fold - The Birth I had - And this - besides, in Thee!