Emily+Dickinson

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A Door Just Opened on a Street

A door just opened on a street-- I, lost, was passing by-- An instant's width of w armth disclosed And wealth, and company.

The door as sudden shut, and I, I, lost, was passing by,-- Lost doubly, but by contrast most, Enlightening misery.




I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties, by the sides of roads; And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between, Complaining all the while In horrid, hooting stanza; Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges; Then, punctual as a star, Stop--docile and omnipotent-- At its own stable door.

