Parting by Emily Dickinson.
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If immortality unveil
A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
For the last few weeks I've been working my way through "The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson." I had read bits and pieces of her work before but had never tried to work through the entire canon. The more I read, the more amazed I am at both her ability to capture emotions and how thoroughly modern her writing is. (No, I don't care if you can sing them all to the yellow rose of Texas.)
[Poem Courtesy of the
Writers Almanac]
