"It was not Death, for I stood up," (355)

Emily Dickinson

It was not Death, for I stood up,

And all the Dead, lie down -

It was not Night, for all the Bells

Put out their TonguesTongues The clappers inside of the bells, for Noon.

It was not Frost, for on my Flesh

I felt SiroccosSiroccos Hot winds. The Emily Dickinson Lexicon includes definitions from the American Dictionary of the English Language (1844): “A pernicious wind that blows from the south-east in Italy, called the Syrian wind. It is said to resemble the steam from the mouth of an oven.” - crawl -

Nor Fire - for just my marble feet

Could keep a Chancel,Chancel The section near the altar of a church cool -

And yet, it tasted, like them all,

The Figures I have seen

Set orderly, for Burial

Reminded me, of mine -

As if my life were shaven,

And fitted to a frame,

And could not breathe without a key,

And ’twas like Midnight, some -

When everything that ticked - has stopped -

And space stares - all around -

Or Grisly frosts - first Autumn morns,

Repeal the Beating Ground -

But most, like Chaos - Stopless - cool -

Without a Chance, or sparspar The top mast of a ship  -

Or even a Report of Land -

To justify - Despair.