I've always truly adored Emily Dickinson's poetry - and this, for me, is the most intense of her love poems ...
... certainly one for Valentine's Day :-)
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 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)
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