A Coffin-is a small Domain
by
Emily Dickinson
A Coffin — is a small Domain,
Yet able to contain
A Citizen of Paradise
In it diminished Plane.
A Grave — is a restricted Breadth —
Yet ampler than the Sun —
And all the Seas He populates
And Lands He looks upon
To Him who on its small Repose
Bestows a single Friend —
Circumference without Relief —
Or Estimate — or End —
Yet able to contain
A Citizen of Paradise
In it diminished Plane.
A Grave — is a restricted Breadth —
Yet ampler than the Sun —
And all the Seas He populates
And Lands He looks upon
To Him who on its small Repose
Bestows a single Friend —
Circumference without Relief —
Or Estimate — or End —
Closed -It is, and there it lay
by
Kamile DePriest
Closed-It is, and there it lay
The Departed it keeps-Still-at bay
Decaying only, lasting tranquility
Once Shut-ls lost in grey
Brittle White,cold lines divide
Slow tears-time has dried
Small demons- Click,Crawl, and Nibble away
Quiet-as the day subsides
Seasons pass-
But there-it lay
Eternity- in an Hourglass
Forever- it will Stay
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