Emily Dickinson

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

Each Second Is The Last - Poem by Emily Dickinson

879

Each Second is the last
Perhaps, recalls the Man
Just measuring unconsciousness
The Sea and Spar between.

To fail within a Chance—
How terribler a thing
Than perish from the Chance's list
Before the Perishing!


Comments about Each Second Is The Last by Emily Dickinson

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: sea



Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



[Hata Bildir]