Immured in Heaven!
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
Emily Dickinson
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
Emily Dickinson takes a strange, wonderful idea and turns it into a five-line burst of joy. The speaker imagines being locked inside Heaven—not as a punishment, but as the most exquisite confinement possible.
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