2 poems by Emily Dickinson (1830–86)

Part Four: Time and Eternity
XLIX




They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers goes.

They perished in the seamless grass,--
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.

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The Only News I know

The only news I know
Is bulletins all day
From immortality:

The only shows I see
Tomorrow and today.
Perchance eternity.

The only one I meet
Is God, the only street
Existence; this traversed.

If other news there be
Or admirabler show,
I’ll tell it you.