Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Each Life Converges To Some Centre - Poem by Emily Dickinson

Each life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,

Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,
Too fair
For credibility's temerity
To dare.

Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,

Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!

Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture,
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again.


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  • * Sunprincess * (12/1/2015 1:26:00 PM)

    ....a wonderful poem ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001

Poem Edited: Monday, May 14, 2001


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