Emily Dickinson: "#690" ["Forever — is composed of Nows — "]

Forever — is composed of Nows —
'Tis not a different time —
Except for Infiniteness —
And Latitude of Home —

From this — experienced Here —
Remove the Dates — to These —
Let Months dissolve in further Months —
And Years — exhale in Years —
 

Without Debate — or Pause —
Or Celebrated Days —
No different Our Years would be
From Anno Domini's —



"#690" ["Forever — is composed of Nows — "] by Emily Dickinson, from The Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999). This edition appears to be out of print.

Art credit: "Indra's pearls — Water droplets in a spider web 1," photograph taken on November 2, 2013 by Marjan Smeijsters.

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).

 

Emily Dickinson: "#668" ["Nature" Is what we see"]

“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.

"#668" ["Nature is what we see"] by Emily Dickinson, from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by Thomas H. Johnson. © Back Bay Books, 1976.

Photography credit: Unknown (originally color).