Poems ✍️
  07.06.2025
  1

Author: Emily Dickinson

Escape is such a thankful Word

Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight

Escape - it is the Basket
In which the Heart is caught
When down some awful Battlement
The rest of Life is dropt -

'Tis not to sight the savior -
It is to be the saved -
And that is why I lay my Head
Upon this trusty word -


  escape salvation hope

Share on social networks:
Facebook | VK | WhatsApp | Telegram | Twitter

Take a look 👇

  Drowning is not so pitiful ᐈ
  What Shall I Do—it Whimpers So ᐈ
  The Investment ᐈ
  After a storm comes a calm ᐈ
  After rain comes fair weather ᐈ

Write a review