Emily Dickinson Poem

Each Second is the last

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Each Second is the last

Perhaps, recalls the Man

Just measuring unconsciousness

The Sea and Spar between.

 

To fail within a Chance—

How terribler a thing

Than perish from the Chance’s list

Before the Perishing!

Embarrassment of one another
Each Scar I'll keep for Him

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