It’s easy to invent a Life —
God does it — every Day —
Creation — but the 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 —
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Like many of Dickinson’s poem, this poem too is steeped in irony. Dickinson seems to relate simple truths but the nudging irony through her expressions and punctuations seem to diguise the manifold questions that the inquisitive poet asks. God here is not simply praised , nor is his task regarded worthy.God here appears as a mischief maker, a maker of toys who carries on his task acting on imagination and fancies. However beneath the playful imagery and almost banal tone, the poem is a telling comment on man’s mortality.