Emily Dickinson

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

This Consciousness That Is Aware - Poem by Emily Dickinson


This Consciousness that is aware
Of Neighbors and the Sun
Will be the one aware of Death
And that itself alone

Is traversing the interval
Experience between
And most profound experiment
Appointed unto Men—

How adequate unto itself
Its properties shall be
Itself unto itself and none
Shall make discovery.

Adventure most unto itself
The Soul condemned to be—
Attended by a single Hound
Its own identity.

Comments about This Consciousness That Is Aware by Emily Dickinson

  • (2/2/2018 10:51:00 AM)

    No matter how many times i read this. It still gives me an existential crisis. Most beautiful poem ever for me. Thank you, Emily. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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