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There is a solitude of space,
A solitude of sea,
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be,
Compared with that profounder site,
That polar privacy,
A Soul admitted to Itself:
Finite Infinity.
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~ Emily Dickinson
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2 hours ago
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I love this poem and had posted it on my blog. I also posted this short but powerful poem where Emily Dickinson succinctly describes the eternal nature of Love.
Love—is anterior to Life—
Posterior—to Death—
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Breath—
This profound poem also reminds me of another one by Emily Dickinson where she writes that the brain is wider than the sky and deeper than the sea, also a finite infinity.
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