How Human Nature dotes

How Human Nature dotes
On what it can't detect.
The moment that a Plot is plumbed
Prospective is extinct --
Prospective is the friend
Reserved for us to know
When Constancy is clarified
Of Curiosity --
Of subjects that resist
Redoubtablest is this
Where go we --
Go we anywhere
Creation after this?

About Emily Dickinson

American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.

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