It’s easy to invent a life (41)
It’s easy to invent a life,
God does it every day —
Creation but a gambol
Of His authority.
It’s easy to efface it,
The thrifty Deity
Could scarce afford eternity
To spontaneity.
The Perished Patterns murmur,
But His perturbless plan
Proceed — inserting here
A Sun—
There — leaving out a Man.
From The Further Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown, And Company, 1929), edited by Martha Dickinson Bianchi and Alfred Leete Hampson. This poem is in the public domain.
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830, in Amherst, Massachusetts. While she was extremely prolific as a poet and regularly enclosed poems in letters to friends, she was not publicly recognized during her lifetime. She died in Amherst in 1886, and the first volume of her work was published posthumously in 1890.