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).
When you consider
ReplyDeletethe 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.
Beautiful.
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