Today is the anniversary of the death of my favorite poet, Emily Dickinson. Her expression of her faith pulled me in.
What Simon and Garfunkle wrote of her in The Dangling Conversation, it seem so right.
“And you read your Emily Dickinson, And I my Robert Frost, And we note our place with bookmarkers. That measure what we've lost”
She expressed so much in so few words.
Here is one of my favorites:
We learn in the Retreating
How vast an one
Was recently among us -
A Perished Sun
Endeared in the departure
How doubly more
Thank all the Golden presence
It was - before -