I am alive -- I guess --
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory --
And at my finger's end --The Carmine -- tingles warm --
And if I hold a Glass
Across my Mouth -- it blurs it --
Physician's -- proof of Breath --I am alive -- because
I am not in a Room --
The Parlor -- Commonly -- it is --
So Visitors may come --And lean -- and view it sidewise --
And add "How cold -- it grew" --
And "Was it conscious -- when it stepped
In Immortality?"I am alive -- because
I do not own a House --
Entitled to myself -- precise --
And fitting no one else --And marked my Girlhood's name --
So Visitors may know
Which Door is mine -- and not mistake-
And try another key-How good-to be alive!
How infinite-to be
Alive-two-fold-The Birth I had-
And this-besides, in-Thee!