The Blunder is in estimate.
Eternity is there
We say, as of a Station —
Meanwhile he is so near
He joins me in my Ramble —
Divides abode with me —
No Friend have I that so persists
As this Eternity.
The Blunder is in estimate.
Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem The Blunder is in estimate.
Do you have any comments, criticism, paraphrasis or analysis of this poem that you feel would assist other visitors in understanding the meaning or the theme of this poem by Emily Dickinson better? If accepted, your analysis will be added to this page of American Poems. Together we can build a wealth of information, but it will take some discipline and determination.
