“We met as Sparks – Diverging Flints
Sent various–scattered ways–
We parted as the Central Flint
Were cloven with an Adze–
Subsisting on the Light We bore
Before We felt the Dark–
A Flint unto this Day–perhaps–
But for that single Spark”.
— Emily Dickinson #958

“Behind Me–dips Eternity–
Before Me–Immortality–
Myself–the Term between–
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin–

’Tis Kingdoms–afterward–they say–
In perfect–pauseless Monarchy–
Whose Prince–is Son of None–
Himself–His Dateless Dynasty–
Himself–Himself diversify–
In Duplicate divine–

’Tis Miracle before Me–then–
’Tis Miracle behind–between–
A Crescent in the Sea–
With Midnight to the North of Her–
And Midnight to the South of Her–
And Maelstrom–in the Sky–”
— Emily Dickinson #721