Emily Dickinson

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

Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Time feels so vast that were it not
For an Eternity—
I fear me this Circumference
Engross my Finity—

To His exclusion, who prepare
By Processes of Size
For the Stupendous Vision
Of his diameters—

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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