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Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be, Too fair For credibility's temerity To dare. Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven, To reach Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment To touch, Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance; How high Unto the saints' slow diligence The sky! Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture, But then, Eternity enables the endeavoring Again.
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Text Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems: Second Series, first published 1891 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Daniel Rogers Pinkham (1923 - 2006), "Each life converges to some centre", published 1963 [ SSAA chorus and piano or chamber orchestra ], from An Emily Dickinson Mosaic [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Chaque Vie converge vers un Centre", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Ogni esistenza converge a un qualche centro", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 79
Chaque Vie converge vers un Centre -- Déclaré -- ou tu -- Dans chaque Nature Humaine existe Un But -- À peine admis en elle-même -- peut-être -- Trop beau Pour la témérité de sa Crédibilité Pour oser. Adoré avec précaution -- comme un Paradis Fragile -- Pour l'atteindre Ce serait sans espoir comme pour le Vêtement d'un Arc-en-ciel De le toucher. Pourtant on persévère vers lui -- plus sûr -- dans le Lointain -- Combien haut -- Grâce à la lente diligence des Saints -- Apparaît le Ciel -- Pas atteint -- peut-être -- par un petit Hasard de la Vie -- Mais alors -- L'Éternité permet une tentative À nouveau.
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Based on:
- a text in English by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems: Second Series, first published 1891
This text was added to the website: 2016-12-30
Line count: 20
Word count: 94
