Emily Dickinson
Poem #239
"Heaven" -- is
what I cannot reach!
The Apple on
the Tree --
Provided it do
hopeless -- hang --
That --
"Heaven" is -- to Me!
The Color, on
the Cruising Cloud --
The interdicted
Land --
Behind the Hill
-- the House behind --
There --
Paradise -- is found!
Her teasing
Purples -- Afternoons --
The credulous
-- decoy --
Enamored -- of
the Conjuror --
That spurned us
-- Yesterday!