Sunday, April 20, 2014

Emily Dickinson: "#1309" ["The Infinite a sudden Guest"]

                                       The Infinite a sudden Guest
                                       Has been assumed to be—
                                       But how can that stupendous come
                                       Which never went away?

"#1309" ["The Infinite a sudden Guest"] by Emily Dickinson, from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by Thomas H. Johnson. © Back Bay Books, 1976.  

Photography credit: "Smelling the Roses," taken in India by☻☺ on March 12, 2009 (originally a mix of black and white and color).



  1. When you consider
    the infinity of non-existence from which each of us emerged
    and the brevity of our time here,
    the return knock of that infinity
    is our dearest friend
    come to call for tea.
    Throw open the door and
    greet with affection and happiness.


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