I Reason, Earth Is Short Poem by Emily Dickinson
I Reason, Earth Is Short
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I reason, Earth is short—
And Anguish—absolute—
And many hurt,
But, what of that?
I reason, we could die—
The best Vitality
Cannot excel Decay,
But, what of that?
I reason, that in Heaven—
Somehow, it will be even—
Some new Equation, given—
But, what of that?
Optimism divided by cynicism equals resignation- in Shakespearean tone... Magnificent poem! Dazzling brevity! MM
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4/25/2024 1:08:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
............an interesting and thought provoking piece ★