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:: I cannot live with You - Emily Dickinson          I cannot live with You-- It would be Life-- And Life is over there-- Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to-- Putting up Our Life--His Porcelain-- Like a Cup-- Discarded of the Housewife-- Quaint--or Broke-- A newer Sevres pleases-- Old Ones crack-- I could not die--with You-- For One must wait To shut the Other's Gaze down-- You--could not-- And I--could I stand by And see You--freeze-- Without my Right of Frost-- Death's privilege? Nor could I rise--with You-- Because Your Face Would put out Jesus'-- That New Grace Glow plain--and foreign On my homesick Eye-- Except that You than He Shone closer by-- They'd judge Us--How-- For You--served Heaven--You know, Or sought to-- I could not-- Because You saturated Sight-- And I had no more Eyes For sordid excellence As Paradise And were You lost, I would be-- Though My Name Rang loudest On the Heavenly fame-- And were You--saved-- And I--condemned to be Where You were not-- That self--were Hell to Me-- So We must meet apart-- You there--I--here-- With just the Door ajar That Oceans are--and Prayer-- And that White Sustenance-- Despair--