Author Emily Dickinson A throe upon the featuresA hurry in the breath,An ecstasy of partingDenominated “Death,”—An anguish at the mention,Which, when to patience grown,I've known permission givenTo rejoin its own. 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