Death Is Potential to That Man, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Death Is Potential to That Man

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Death is potential to that Man

Who dies—and to his friend—

Beyond that—unconspicuous

To Anyone but God—

Of these Two—God remembers

The longest—for the friend—

Is integral—and therefore

Itself dissolved—of God—

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Death Is Potential to That Man

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