It is not dying hurts us so – | Affiliated Manuscripts

(Fr528[A])

ca. 1863, January

Original MS lost or destroyed | Frances Norcross transcription

Poem sent to Frances and Louise Norcross.

Original manuscript lost or destroyed

It <isn’t> ↑ is not ↓ dying hurts us so –
’Tis living hurts us more.
But dying is a different way,
A kind, behind the door –
The Southern custom of the bird
That soon as frosts are due –
Adopts a better latitude.
We are the birds that stay
The shiverers round farmers’ doors.
For whose reluctant crumb –
We stipulate – till pitying snows
Persuade our feathers Home.

Recipient

Frances (b. 1847–d. 1896) and Louise (b. 1842–d. 1919) Norcross

First cousins to Dickinson.

Inclusive dates of correspondence: 1858-1886: Letters: 77; poems: 71.

Address: 86 Austin Street, Cambridgeport, Mass.

Distance Travelled: 72 miles