470 br br I am alive—I guess— br The Branches on my Hand br Are full of Morning Glory— br And at my finger's end— br br The Carmine—tingles warm— br And if I hold a Glass br Across my Mouth—it blurs it— br Physician's—proof of Breath— br br I am alive—because br I am not in a Room— br The Parlor—Commonly—it is— br So Visitors may come— br br And lean—and view it sidewise— br And add "How cold—it grew"— br And "Was it conscious—when it stepped br In Immortality?" br br I am alive—because br I do not own a House— br Entitled to myself—precise— br And fitting no one else— br br And marked my Girlhood's name— br So Visitors may know br Which Door is mine—and notbr br Emily Dickinsonbr br