That After Horror-that 'twas Us
Emily Dickinson
286 That after Horror—that ’twas us— That passed the mouldering Pier— Just as the Granite Crumb let go— Our Savior, by a Hair— A second more, had dropped too deep For Fisherman to plumb— The very profile of the Thought Puts Recollection numb— The possibility—to pass Without a Moment’s Bell— Into Conjecture’s presence— Is like a Face of Steel— That suddenly looks into ours With a metallic grin— The Cordiality of Death— Who drills his Welcome in—
Next 10 Poems
- Emily Dickinson : That Distance Was Between Us
- Emily Dickinson : That First Day, When You Praised Me, Sweet
- Emily Dickinson : That I Did Always Love
- Emily Dickinson : That Is Solemn We Have Ended
- Emily Dickinson : That It Will Never Come Again
- Emily Dickinson : That Love Is All There Is
- Emily Dickinson : That Odd Old Man Is Dead A Year-
- Emily Dickinson : That Sacred Closet When You Sweep-
- Emily Dickinson : That She Forgot Me Was The Least
- Emily Dickinson : That Short-potential Stir
Previous 10 Poems
- Emily Dickinson : Than Heaven More Remote
- Emily Dickinson : Tell As A Marksman-were Forgotten
- Emily Dickinson : Tell All The Truth But Tell It Slant
- Emily Dickinson : Teach Him-when He Makes The Names
- Emily Dickinson : Talk With Prudence To A Beggar
- Emily Dickinson : Talk Not To Me Of Summer Trees
- Emily Dickinson : Taking Up The Fair Ideal
- Emily Dickinson : Taken From Men-this Morning>
- Emily Dickinson : Take Your Heaven Further On
- Emily Dickinson : Take All Away From Me, But Leave Me Ecstasy
