Further than Riddle ride

A poem in which Emily explores death. She wrote several poems like this. Her thoughts on death are very interesting and beautiful.



Under the Light, yet under,

Under the Grass and the Dirt

Under the Beetle’s Cellar

Under the Clover’s Root,


Further than Arm could stretch

Were it Giant long,

Further than Sunshine could

Were the Day Year long,


Over the Light, yet over,

Over the Arc of the Bird –

Over the Comet’s Chimney –

Over the Cubit’s Head,


Further than Guess can gallop

Further than Riddle ride –

Oh for a Disc to the Distance

Between Ourselves and the Dead!



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