Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson

by Emily Dickinson

I have been hard at work this morning, and I ought to be working now – but I cannot deny myself the luxury of a minute or two with you.

Never mind the letter, Susie; you have so much to do; just write me every week one line, and let it be, “Emily, I love you,” and I will be satisfied! Your own Emily

Susie – I shall think of you at sunset, and at sunrise, again; and at noon, and forenoon, and afternoon, and always, and evermore, till this little heart stops beating and is still. Emilie

If you were here, and Oh that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language

Sunday Afternoon – I left you a long while Susie, that is, in pen and ink – my heart kept on.

If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in; but if it lives and beats still, still lives and beats for me, then say me so, and I will strike the strings to one more strain of happiness before I die.