So give me back to Death —
The Death I never feared
Except that it deprived of thee —
And now, by Life deprived,
In my own Grave I breathe
And estimate its size —
Its size is all that Hell can guess —
And all that Heaven was —

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem So give me back to Death —


  1. paula says:

    a care for my severly brain damaged child at home i FEEL her words “I breath in my own grave” I know that pain

  2. Steph says:

    It’s beautiful. Yes, it has a dark undertone, but it’s beautiful none the less.

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