Um, what?


And this, for some reason:

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Part One: LifeLXI

EACH life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,         5
Too fair
For credibility’s temerity
To dare.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach         10
Were hopeless as the rainbow’s raiment
To touch,
Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints’ slow diligence         15
The sky!
Ungained, it may be, by a life’s low venture,
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again.    20

3 responses to “Um, what?

  1. Why Emily Dickinson!?! D:

  2. radicalwoman

    Well Emily Dickinson is cool. I can’t read what’s on the paper. Neither has anything to do with each other. Fail art is fail.