Author Emily Dickinson 705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho'soever Broad, Is Just Death, and cannot increase— Suspense—does not conclude— But perishes—to live anew— But just anew to die— Annihilation—plated fresh With Immortality— Tags death Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments