No man saw awe, nor to his house
Admitted he a man
Though by his awful residence
Has human nature been.

Not deeming of his dread abode
Till laboring to flee
A grasp on comprehension laid
Detained vitality.

Returning is a different route
The Spirit could not show
For breathing is the only work
To be enacted now.

"Am not consumed," old Moses wrote,
"Yet saw him face to face" --
That very physiognomy
I am convinced was this.

Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 1733. No man saw awe, nor to his house
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
Poem of the Day: Aug 21 2002
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