" Heaven "

by Emily Dickinson

Volcanoes be in Sicily 

Volcanoes be in Sicily

And South America

I judge from my Geography - 

Volcanos nearer here

A Lava step at any time

Am I inclined to climb - 

A Crater I may contemplate

Vesuvius at Home. 

Immured in Heaven! 

Immured in Heaven!

What a Cell!

Let every Bondage be,

Thou sweetest of the Universe,

Like that which ravished thee! 

Heavenly Father 

'Heavenly Father' - take to thee

The supreme iniquity

Fashioned by thy candid Hand

In a moment contraband - 

Though to trust us - seems to us

More respectful - 'We are Dust' - 

We apologize to thee

For thine own Duplicity - 

"Heaven"

—Is What I Cannot Reach!

"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!

The Apple on the Tree—

Provided it do hopeless—hang—

That—"He aven" is—to Me!

The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—

The interdicted Land—

Behind the Hill—the House behind—

There—Paradise—is found!

Her teasing Purples—Afternoons—

The credulous—decoy—

Enamored—of the Conjuror—

That spurned us—Yesterday!