It Was Not Death, for I Stood Up Emili Dickinson 1 It was not death, for I stood up, 2 And all the dead lie down. 3 It was not night, for all the bells 4 Put out their tongues for noon. 1. 5 It was not frost, for on my flesh 6 I felt siroccos crawl, 7 Nor fire, for just my marble feet 8 Could keep a chancel cool. 9 And yet it tasted like them all, 10 The figures I have seen 11 Set …showed first 75 words of 755 total…

…showed last 75 words of 755 total…of the character is so overwhelming, unbearable, and intangible that it cannot be described in words, and can only be expressed through negations of emotions and powerful imagery. All the way through the poem Emili Dickinson is trying to find her key, her “land, “but she cannot do it by herself. She needs someone’s help to find the way out of that chaos. I just hope that she found someone who can help her.