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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GOAL, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Each life converges to some centre / expressed or still Last Line: Again. Variant Title(s): Poem: 680;poem: 724 | |||
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be, Too fair For credibility's temerity To dare. Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven, To reach Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment To touch, Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance; How high Unto the saints' slow diligence The sky! Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture, But then, Eternity enables the endeavoring Again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEAVENLY FATHER' - TAKE TO THEE by EMILY DICKINSON TWAS WARM - AT FIRST - LIKE US by EMILY DICKINSON A LIGHT EXISTS IN SPRING by EMILY DICKINSON A LITTLE MADNESS IN THE SPRING by EMILY DICKINSON A LITTLE OVER [OR, EAST OF] JORDAN by EMILY DICKINSON A LITTLE ROAD NOT MADE OF MAN by EMILY DICKINSON A ROUTE OF EVANESCENCE by EMILY DICKINSON A SPIDER SEWED AT NIGHT by EMILY DICKINSON A THOUGHT WENT UP MY MIND TO-DAY by EMILY DICKINSON A WORD MADE FLESH IS SELDOM by EMILY DICKINSON |
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