I Never Felt At Home-below
Emily Dickinson
413 I never felt at Home—Below—- And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home—I know— I don’t like Paradise— Because it’s Sunday—all the time— And Recess—never comes— And Eden’ll be so lonesome Bright Wednesday Afternoons— If God could make a visit— Or ever took a Nap— So not to see us—but they say Himself—a Telescope Perennial beholds us— Myself would run away From Him—and Holy Ghost—and All— But there’s the “Judgement Day”!
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