The Poems of Emily Dickinson Quotes

“Because that you are going And never coming back And I, however absolute, May overlook your Track -

Because that Death is final, However first it be,

This instant be suspended Above Mortality -

Significance that each has lived The other to detect Discovery not God himself Could now annihilate

Eternity, Presumption The instant I perceive That you, who were Existence Yourself forgot to live -

The “Life that is” will then have been A thing I never knewAs Paradise fictitious Until the Realm of you-

The “Life that is to be,” to me,

A Residence too plain Unless in my Redeemer’s Face I recognize your own -

Of Immortality who doubts He may exchange with me Curtailed by your obscuring Face Of everything but He -

Of Heaven and Hell I also yield The Right to reprehend To whoso would commute this Face For his less priceless Friend.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Are nothing to the bee; His separation from his rose To him seems misery.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“maddest joy”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“The thought is quiet as a flake, —”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Oh, what an afternoon for heaven, When ‘Brontë’ entered there!”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“I thought that storm was brief, — The maddest, quickest by; But Nature lost the date of this, And left it in the sky.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“It burned me in the night, It blistered in my dream;”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“The minister goes stiffly in As if the house were his, And he owned all the mourners now,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Somebody flings a mattress out, — The children hurry by; They wonder if It died on that,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“There’s been a death in the opposite house”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“I felt a funeral in my brain,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Weeds triumphant ranged,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“I lived on dread;”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“And dip your fingers in the frost:”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“His gait was soundless, like the bird,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“THE BATTLE-FIELD. They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it to the bee.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“But she and Death, acquainted,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer’s eve;”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Was dying as he thought, or different; Was it a pleasant day to die, And did the sunshine face his way?”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“I never spoke with God,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“The thunder crumbled like a stuff — How good to be safe in tombs, Where nature’s temper cannot reach,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“I like a look of agony, Because I know it ‘s true;”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“How a small dusk crawls on the village”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson

“The low grass loaded with the dew,”
― Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson