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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 286 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Poem 5

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Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That 'heaven' is, to me.

The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, --
There Paradise is found!

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