Saturday, October 16, 2010

While it is alive by Emily Dickinson

Portion of this poem read at Jim Parson's Funeral...

While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare —

Love is like Life — merely longer
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection
Scooping up the Dust and chanting "Live"!

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