Emily Dickinson

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

Life—is what we make of it


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Life—is what we make of it—
Death—we do not know—
Christ's acquaintance with Him
Justify Him—though—

He—would trust no stranger—
Other—could betray—
Just His own endorsement—
That—sufficeth Me—

All the other Distance
He hath traversed first—
No New Mile remaineth—
Far as Paradise—

His sure foot preceding—
Tender Pioneer—
Base must be the Coward
Dare not venture—now—

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Christena Louise (4/16/2005 1:44:00 PM)

    Emily Dickinson is one of the great American poets, as is our tradition, or should I say the breaking of tradition - she set aflame many poets of the day...
    but I hold her dear! (Report) Reply

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