Nothing New

Classic writing, modern delivery

Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 98 of 446 · First Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 23

— ✻ —

I reason, earth is short,
And anguish absolute,
And many hurt;
But what of that?

I reason, we could die:
The best vitality
Cannot excel decay;
But what of that?

I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new equation given;
But what of that?

Receive Emily Dickinson one poem at a time, on your schedule.
Subscribe →