A Pit -- but Heaven over it --
Read 'A Pit -- but Heaven over it --' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
A Pit -- but Heaven over it -- by Emily Dickinson
A Pit -- but Heaven over it --
And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,
And yet a Pit --
With Heaven over it.
To stir would be to slip --
To look would be to drop --
To dream -- to sap the Prop
That holds my chances up.
Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it!
The depth is all my thought --
I dare not ask my feet --
'Twould start us where we sit
So straight you'd scarce suspect
It was a Pit -- with fathoms under it --
Its Circuit just the same.
Seed -- summer -- tomb --
Whose Doom to whom?
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