Love

XX. I Have No Life But This

XX.

I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Behind this door, pressing up
To listen with my ear.

Nor urgent chores,
Nor appointments new,
Except to this extent:
(Whispering to you.)

 

—

Dickinson’s final, slightly more romantic version.

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