Excerpt from Complete Poems

"Part Five: The Single Hound"

by Emily Dickinson, 1830–86

There is a solitude of space,

A solitude of sea,

A solitude of death, but these

Society shall be,

Compared with that profounder site,

That polar privacy,

A Soul admitted to Itself:

Finite Infinity.

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Textured photograph; hand-colored ice sheet.