470 <br /> <br />I am alive—I guess— <br />The Branches on my Hand <br />Are full of Morning Glory— <br />And at my finger's end— <br /> <br />The Carmine—tingles warm— <br />And if I hold a Glass <br />Across my Mouth—it blurs it— <br />Physician's—proof of Breath— <br /> <br />I am alive—because <br />I am not in a Room— <br />The Parlor—Commonly—it is— <br />So Visitors may come— <br /> <br />And lean—and view it sidewise— <br />And add "How cold—it grew"— <br />And "Was it conscious—when it stepped <br />In Immortality?" <br /> <br />I am alive—because <br />I do not own a House— <br />Entitled to myself—precise— <br />And fitting no one else— <br /> <br />And marked my Girlhood's name— <br />So Visitors may know <br />Which Door is mine—and not<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-alive-i-guess/
