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“How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?”
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“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb –
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here –
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb –
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here –
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
“Judge tenderly of me.”
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“She died--this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.”
― Selected Poems
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.”
― Selected Poems
“I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.”
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“Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
Much Madness is divinest Sense —
To a discerning Eye —
Much Sense — the starkest Madness —
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail —
Assent — and you are sane —
Demur — you're straightway dangerous —
And handled with a Chain —”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Much Madness is divinest Sense —
To a discerning Eye —
Much Sense — the starkest Madness —
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail —
Assent — and you are sane —
Demur — you're straightway dangerous —
And handled with a Chain —”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
“Those who have not found the heaven below,
will fail of it above.”
― The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson
will fail of it above.”
― The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson
“My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?”
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“To see her is a picture—
To hear her is a tune—
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June—
To know her not—Affliction—
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
To hear her is a tune—
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June—
To know her not—Affliction—
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
“He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!”
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His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!”
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“That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.”
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“To be alive──is Power.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
“Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.”
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“There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.”
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On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.”
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“They say that God is everywhere and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse.”
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“The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.”
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“The brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.”
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For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.”
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“in this short life
that only lasts ah hour
how much-how little-is
within our power.”
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that only lasts ah hour
how much-how little-is
within our power.”
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“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”
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“I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?”
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“People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.”
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“Forever – is composed of Nows – (690)
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 –”
― The Poems of Emily Dickinson
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 –”
― The Poems of Emily Dickinson
“One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
Far safer, of a midnight meeting
External ghost,
Than an interior confronting
That whiter host.
Far safer through an Abbey gallop,
The stones achase,
Than, moonless, one's own self encounter
In lonesome place.
Ourself, behind ourself concealed,
Should startle most;
Assassin, hid in our apartment,
Be horror's least.
The prudent carries a revolver,
He bolts the door,
O'erlooking a superior spectre
More near.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
Far safer, of a midnight meeting
External ghost,
Than an interior confronting
That whiter host.
Far safer through an Abbey gallop,
The stones achase,
Than, moonless, one's own self encounter
In lonesome place.
Ourself, behind ourself concealed,
Should startle most;
Assassin, hid in our apartment,
Be horror's least.
The prudent carries a revolver,
He bolts the door,
O'erlooking a superior spectre
More near.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
“I can wade Grief—
Whole Pools of it—
I'm used to that—
But the least push of Joy
Breaks up my feet—
And I tip—drunken—
Let no Pebble—smile—
'Twas the New Liquor—
That was all!”
― Final Harvest: Emily Dickinson's Poems
Whole Pools of it—
I'm used to that—
But the least push of Joy
Breaks up my feet—
And I tip—drunken—
Let no Pebble—smile—
'Twas the New Liquor—
That was all!”
― Final Harvest: Emily Dickinson's Poems
“My friends are my estate.”
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“Faith is a fine invention
When gentlemen can see,
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.”
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When gentlemen can see,
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.”
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“I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!”
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The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!”
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“I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—
As if my Brain had split—
I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—
But could not make it fit.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
As if my Brain had split—
I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—
But could not make it fit.”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson