Tuesday, July 25, 2017

I reason, Earth is short-
And Anguish- absolute-
And many hurt,
But, what of that?

I reason, we could die-
The best Vitality
Cannot excel Decay,
But, what of that?

I reason, that in Heaven-
Somehow it will be even-
Some new Equation, given-
But then, what of that?


Emily Dickinson (Poem 301) 


 

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