Emily Dickinson: Drowning is not so pitiful (Poem)
Drowning is not so pitiful
Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise.
Three times, ’t is said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
To that abhorred abode
Where hope and he part company, —
For he is grasped of God.
The Maker’s cordial visage,
However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,
Like an adversity.
Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
Drowning is not so pitiful
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