My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
Poems by Emily Dickinson, third series, in 1896.
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On the day they were due, in a panic to turn something in, he took out a half of ...a piece of wrinkled notebook paper, scratched out the image of smoky towers, and copied this poem at the bottom. In pencil.
Took my breath away then. Still does.
The boy was a transfer student and moved shortly thereafter. If he only knew how many shares this piece has been through...