Emily Dickinson

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

As By The Dead We Love To Sit - Poem by Emily Dickinson


As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear—
As for the lost we grapple
Tho' all the rest are here—

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize
Vast—in its fading ration
To our penurious eyes!

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  • (5/6/2014 7:45:00 AM)

    Love her choice of words. Always a delight. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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