Emily Dickinson

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

On a Columnar Self


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On a Columnar Self—
How ample to rely
In Tumult—or Extremity—
How good the Certainty

That Lever cannot pry—
And Wedge cannot divide
Conviction—That Granitic Base—
Though None be on our Side—

Suffice Us—for a Crowd—
Ourself—and Rectitude—
And that Assembly—not far off
From furthest Spirit—God—

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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