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 to 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!