Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| ’T WAS just this time last year I died. | |
| I know I heard the corn, | |
| When I was carried by the farms,— | |
| It had the tassels on. | |
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| I thought how yellow it would look | 5 |
| When Richard went to mill; | |
| And then I wanted to get out, | |
| But something held my will. | |
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| I thought just how red apples wedged | |
| The stubble’s joints between; | 10 |
| And carts went stooping round the fields | |
| To take the pumpkins in. | |
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| I wondered which would miss me least, | |
| And when Thanksgiving came, | |
| If father ’d multiply the plates | 15 |
| To make an even sum. | |
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| And if my stocking hung too high, | |
| Would it blur the Christmas glee, | |
| That not a Santa Claus could reach | |
| The altitude of me? | 20 |
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| But this sort grieved myself, and so | |
| I thought how it would be | |
| When just this time, some perfect year, | |
| Themselves should come to me. | |
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