Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

* * *

What inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar traveller comes?
Who is the landlord?
Where the maids?
Behold, what curious rooms!
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No brimming tankards flow.
Necromancer, landlord,
Who are these below?

1. It Was Not Death, for I Stood up
2. A Throe upon the Features
3. Till the End
4. Gone
5. Saved!

Print

1579 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version