Emily Dickinson

I Reckon when I Count It All

poem 569

I reckon when I count it all First Poets Then the Sun Then Summer Then the Heaven of God And then the List is done But, looking back the First so seems To Comprehend the Whole The Others look a needless Show So I write Poets All Their Summer lasts a Solid Year They can afford a Sun The East would deem extravagant And if the Further Heaven Be Beautiful as they prepare For Those who worship Them It is too difficult a Grace To justify the Dream

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