This post is brought to you by #811

Today is Emily Dickinson's birthday. It's also the birthday of Melvil Dewey, who invented that book-cataloging system that American schools and public libraries use (My 'Merkin ignorance is showing, and I'm not sure about its use in other countries).

A search of The Internets has told me that 811.xxx is "American poetry in the English Language". Anyway, here's a poem by the late, great Dickinson that seems appropriate for the subject:

Forever – is composed of Nows –
‘Tis not a different time –
Except for Infiniteness –
And Latitude of Home –

From this – experienced Here –
Remove the Dates – to These –
Let Months dissolve in further Months –
And Years – exhale in Years –

Without Debate – or Pause –
Or Celebrated Days –
No different Our Years would be
From Anno Dominies –