by Emily Dickinson
277
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate-
And pass escaped-to thee!
What if I file this Mortal-off-
See where it hurt me-That's enough-
And wade in Liberty!
They cannot take me-any more!
Dungeons can call-and Guns implore
Unmeaning-now-to me-
As laughter-was-an hour ago-
Or Laces-or a Travelling Show-
Or who died-yesterday!
Last updated June 21, 2015