SKINNY DOMICILE (Emily Dickinson)Perhaps Heaney's Belle of Amherst ("Lamb-Free Hostel") was thinking of Edna St. Vincent Millay's lean demesne.
I have a skinny Domicile—
Its Door is very narrow.
’Twill keep—I hope—the Reaper out—
His Scythe—and Bones—and Marrow.
Since Death is not a portly Chap,
The Entrance must be thin—
So—when my Final Moment comes—
He cannot wriggle in.
That’s why I don’t go out that much—
I can’t fit through that Portal.
How dumb—to waste my Social Life
On Plans to be—immortal—
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posted by I Foody at 5:06 PM on March 18, 2007