I have no Life but this

Running rest-day ...

... now, I have mentioned before that I've always truly adored Emily Dickinson's poetry - and this, for me, is the most intense of her love poems.

It's full of complete - and willing - surrender to the moment of living, and an acceptance of human limitation.

She knows that our own, personal realm, matters not.

I think its a truly wonderful piece of poetry that just simply stops you in your tracks.


I have no Life but this --

I have no Life but this --
To lead it here --
Nor any Death -- but lest
Dispelled from there --

Nor tie to Earths to come --
Nor Action new --
Except through this extent --
The Realm of you --

(1877)