Poem-A-Day: We never know how high we are (1176) by Emily Dickinson

We never know how high we are (1176) by Emily Dickinson   We never know how high we are    Till we are called to rise;  And then, if we are true to plan,    Our statures touch the skies--   The Heroism we recite    Would be a daily thing,  Did not ourselves the Cubits warp    For fear to be a King--     Today's poem is in the public domain. Poetry by Dickinson The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson   Poem-A-Day launched in 2006 and features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.   Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem In Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org. April 20, 2013 Emily Dickinson was born in 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts. She wrote nearly 1,800 poems during her lifetime. The first volume of her work was published posthumously in 1890 and the last in 1955. She died in Amherst in 1886.  Related Poems Song On May Morning by John Milton Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins

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