To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—
True Poems flee—
Emily Dickinson
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To see the Summer Sky/ Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --/ True Poems flee --
EMILY DICKINSON She could become a spinster, like Emily Dickinson, writing poems full of dashes and brilliance, and ...
JEFFREY EUGENIDES The Brain - is wider than the Sky -
For - put them side by side -
The one the other will c...
EMILY DICKINSON When you come home, darling, I shant have your letters, but I shall have yourself, which is more-- o...
EMILY DICKINSON I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day ...
EMILY DICKINSON Poetry. I read Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Jane Hirschfield. I like to read Billy Collins out...
AMY TAN It is a lie.
ARTHUR MILLER I have a little tiny Emily Dickinson so big that I carry in my pocket everywhere. And you just read ...
MAURICE SENDAK A thing resounds when it rings true,
Ringing all the bells inside of you,
Like a golden sk...
ANDREW PETERSON Oh phosphorescence. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to... To find that phosphorescence, that l...
WILLIAM LUCE I close my eyes
Only for a moment,
then the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass be...
KANSAS (BAND) Emily Dickinson sublimely unnames even the blanks.
HAROLD BLOOM Perhaps you'd like to see the library," Sean commented with a wave of his hand. "Tim said you like b...
SHANNON CLAIRE MORELLI But Carroll's were more convoluted, and they struck me as funny in a new way:
1) Babies a...
STEVE MARTIN I think the future deserves our faith. But it is hard to argue with Emily Dickinson.
JOHN GREEN There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard...
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY some winters
will never melt
some summers
will never freeze
and some...
SANOBER KHAN I live there...
where the birds are infinite
everywhere
where they flee SANOBER KHAN I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,
From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl...
MAGGIE STIEFVATER I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest <...
JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is...
JOYCE KILMER The rain keeps constantly raining,
And the sky is cold and gray,
And the wind in the trees k...
WILLIAM WETMORE STORY Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge.
Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat.
P...
KAMAND KOJOURI Some readers may be disturbed that I wrote 'The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson' in Emily'...
JEROME CHARYN There are only two ends to this dance.
You can flee with your wounds just in time,
Or li...
RACHEL YAMAGATA SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY
Early summer evenings, when the first stars come out, the warm ...
VERA NAZARIAN even in death, his last breath was poetry
existing in the wind
and on the breeze of
...
N'ZURI ZA AUSTIN I got you a present."
"Did you?"
"It's a book of poetry--romancy stuff. I thou...
J.D. ROBB Though the body is its
genesis, a poem is the vision of a process
Out of ceaseles...
FRANK BIDART A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July —
LEWIS CARROLL NEVER LIVE A LIE
BECAUSE
"THEY"
WON'T ACCEPT YOUR TRUTH!
QWANA REYNOLDS-FRASIER I'm not sure of any direct influence, but some of my most successful poems are short poems. They hav...
HARRY BROWN ...the trouble with poetry is
that it encourages the writing of more poetry...
BILLY COLLINS You are a book being read every moment,
By someone or the other,
Though only in parts! <...
LUKHMAN PAMBRA Summer came.
For the books thief, everything was going nicely.
For me, the sky was the ...
MARKUS ZUSAK There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
...
EMILY DICKINSON I guess I'm not like Emily Dickinson who keeps things wrapped up in a ribbon in their top drawer.
JEFF BRIDGES your smile.
is the ultimate
golden dream.
all the poems
in the world
are wa...
SANOBER KHAN Age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening tw...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Ill see you forever
For you are a part of me
And I myself a part of thee
Inseparable i...
DAVID SEVERY A true love is never defeated.
Even when in ashes,
it whirls and finds solace with air
SANDEEP KUMAR MISHRA I stopped going to therapy
because I knew my therapist was right
and I wanted to keep bein...
CLEMENTINE VON RADICS For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the ev...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Poems can get
sleepless too
and become
the loneliest thing
in the un...
SANOBER KHAN STARS AND DANDELIONS
Deep in the blue sky,
like pebbles at the bottom of the sea,
lie...
MISUZU KANEKO Writing poems
is simply an excuse
to remember You.
KAMAND KOJOURI open me carefully
EMILY DICKINSON The Dreamer awakes
The shadow goes by
The tale I have told you,
That tale is a lie. TRADITIONAL FOLKTALE ENDING Age is opportunity no less,
than youth itself, though in another dress.
And as the evening twi...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Tortoise: But we must be careful in combining sentences. For instance, you'd grant that "Politicians...
, "GODEL, ESCHER, BACH: AN ETERNAL GOLDEN BRAID" A memory lasts forever.
Never does it die.
True friends stay together.
And never say goo...
ANON. And still, after all this time,
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe Me."
...
HAFEZ You write poetry?" Klaus asked.
He had read a lot about poets but had never met one.
"Just...
LEMONY SNICKET It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for ...
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS Summer: 'Yeah, got 10 bucks.'
Seth: 'What are you doing?'
Summer: I' know you're afraid, Coh...
OC Christmas poem to a man in jail
hello Bill Abbott:
I appreciate your passing around ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make...
LEWIS CARROLL On Ponkawtasset, since, we took our way,
Down this still stream we took our meadowy way,
A...
HENRY DAVID THOREAU Truth
And if sun comes
How shall we greet him?
Shall we not dread him,...
GWENDOLYN BROOKS Lying is easy. But it's lonely."
"What do you mean?"
"When you lie to everyone about every...
VICTORIA SCHWAB I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. ...
FRANCESCA LIA BLOCK What are you looking at?" Jordan demanded finally, watching
her.
"A dragon." When ...
JUDITH MCNAUGHT He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a ...
GEORGE SAND The idea was women on boats. Lifeline Cruises pitched itself to women seeking adventure, whether a d...
DANIEL HANDLER Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,
It is not art, but heart, which win...
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX You should read the novel in order to live, to feel, to tell someone the hidden secret of it.
R...
EMMA BRYNSTEIN Out of love,
No regrets--
Though the goodness
Be wasted forever.
Out of lo...
LANGSTON HUGHES Our favorite games were killing.
Our favorite books were death.
It had been beaten into us...
JOSEPH BATHANTI The evening sky is gold and vast.
I’m soothed by April’s cool caress.
You’re late. T...
ANNA AKHMATOVA Dividing earth and sky
is not the right way
to think about this wholeness.
It only al...
WISłAWA SZYMBORSKA RELATIONSHIPS & THE INNER BEING
The other is a mirror of our own face; the other is ...
SWAMI DHYAN GITEN Perfect knowledge is hallowed ground. It caresses you, cradles you with the barbed wire of truth. It...
ADDISON MOORE The movement
Of the body is
Where poetry
Begins
CLINT CATALYST Well, if pirates are bad,
And vampires are worse,
Then I pray that as long as I be
Th...
JUSTIN SOMPER If you know something to be true
Say it once
Those who can, will receive it
Only the ...
GREGORY C. WARNER He who finds elevated and lofty pleasure in the feeling of poetry is a true poet, though he never co...
MADAME DUDEVANT She lends her pen,
to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.
LANG LEAV The real flight of this hawk is impending.
Still,this bird is yet to be tested for real.<...
ARUNIMA SINHA When you look up/ Do you see the blue sky of what might be / Or the darkness of what will never be? ...
KAMI GARCIA bookshops are
time machines
spaceships
story-makers
secret-keepers
dragon-...
JEN CAMPBELL The Princess Bride
S. Morgenstern's
Classic Tale of True Love
and High Adventure
WILLIAM GOLDMAN Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
for ever blest, since here did lie
and here with li...
J.R.R. TOLKIEN You just wait.
Soon,
lovers all over the world
will be reciting poems
dedicate...
KAMAND KOJOURI in the end
it is words
poetry. sunsets
someone’s deep blue
silk voice.
m...
SANOBER KHAN Rain turned to ice,
and lightning splintered, it spliced
the black sky, it seeped a bright...
A. LEE BROCK It is deep January. The sky is hard.
The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
It is in t...
WALLACE STEVENS In town, there's a tiny beach that's never busy, not even in the summer.
I used to like w...
INIO ASANO Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cr...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Is a lie still a lie
if you say it pretty?
FORTESA LATIFI Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in halls of stone, J.R.R. TOLKIEN Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of sto...
J.R.R. TOLKIEN True gratitude can never come
From the mind.
It has to flow from the heart
To the min...
SRI CHINMOY If I could sum up my poetry in a few well-chosen words, the result might be a poem. Several years ag...
ANTHONY THWAITE Emily Dickinson never developed. She remained loyal to her persona and to that same little metrical ...
BILLY COLLINS Just give me many chances
I'll see you though it all
Just give me time to learn
To crawl
RICKIE LEE JONES All day long you sit and sew,
Stitch life down for fear it grow,
Stitch life down fo...
EDITH SITWELL Any conversation including the mention of Roald Dahl, Ray Bradbury, or Emily Dickinson is one worth ...
DON ROFF Once
...Why
...lie?
...when
...truth is
...the easier path
ELLEN HOPKINS You write poems with your fingertips
And I keep listening to the songs written on my skin
...
SANHITA BARUAH Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That...
KAHLIL GIBRAN
More Emily Dickinson
I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and...
EMILY DICKINSON Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.
EMILY DICKINSON Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
EMILY DICKINSON My friends are my estate.
EMILY DICKINSON They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as m...
EMILY DICKINSON I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his brie...
EMILY DICKINSON Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.
EMILY DICKINSON Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves a...
EMILY DICKINSON I'm nobody, who are you?
EMILY DICKINSON A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
EMILY DICKINSON Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
EMILY DICKINSON I dwell in possibility.
EMILY DICKINSON A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend...
EMILY DICKINSON Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dain...
EMILY DICKINSON How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
EMILY DICKINSON Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call...
EMILY DICKINSON Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But Microscopes are prudent
In an emerg...
EMILY DICKINSON One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
EMILY DICKINSON Forever is composed of nows.
EMILY DICKINSON I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tel...
EMILY DICKINSON Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the ...
EMILY DICKINSON This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me
EMILY DICKINSON The Brain is wider than the sky-.
EMILY DICKINSON Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.
EMILY DICKINSON Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead; 'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON A wounded deer leaps the highest.
EMILY DICKINSON The abdication of belief makes the behavior small -- better an ignis fatuus than no illume at all.
EMILY DICKINSON Beauty is not caused. It is.
EMILY DICKINSON Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
EMILY DICKINSON If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry....
EMILY DICKINSON Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of pe...
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
EMILY DICKINSON Death is a Dialogue between, the Spirit and the Dust.
EMILY DICKINSON Dying is a wild night and a new road.
EMILY DICKINSON Let us go in; the fog is rising.
EMILY DICKINSON Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --
The carriage held but just...
EMILY DICKINSON Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul -- and sings the tunes without the words --...
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the word...
EMILY DICKINSON Where thou art, that is home.
EMILY DICKINSON They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
EMILY DICKINSON His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have n...
EMILY DICKINSON To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe...
EMILY DICKINSON How the old mountains drip with sunset,
And the brake of dun!
How the hemlocks are tipped in t...
EMILY DICKINSON I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true -- men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Thro...
EMILY DICKINSON This is the Hour of Lead --
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow -...
EMILY DICKINSON To live is so starling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSON After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
EMILY DICKINSON Much Madness is divinest Sense -- to a discerning Eye -- much Sense -- the starkest Madness --
EMILY DICKINSON His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon...
EMILY DICKINSON Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!,
Underneath their fine incisions, stirs ...
EMILY DICKINSON Assent -- and you are sane -- , demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- , and handled with a Chain ...
EMILY DICKINSON Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb -- or Dome of Worm -- or Porch of Gnome -- or some Elf's...
EMILY DICKINSON Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved -- the site of it by architect could not a...
EMILY DICKINSON A Letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the Mind alone, without corporeal frien...
EMILY DICKINSON The fog is rising.
EMILY DICKINSON Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
EMILY DICKINSON 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventu...
EMILY DICKINSON I am going to learn to make bread tomorrow. So if you may imagine me with my sleeves rolled up, mixi...
EMILY DICKINSON I hope you love birds, too. It is economical. It saves going to Heaven.
EMILY DICKINSON Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see -- but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
EMILY DICKINSON There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetr...
EMILY DICKINSON He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor t...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease on Life the Achin...
EMILY DICKINSON His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of ...
EMILY DICKINSON Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From ...
EMILY DICKINSON God preaches, a noted clergyman,
And the sermon is never long;
So instead of getting to heaven...
EMILY DICKINSON And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large as yours
...
EMILY DICKINSON Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of pe...
EMILY DICKINSON "Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the word...
EMILY DICKINSON There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons--
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of C...
EMILY DICKINSON If it wasn't for dogs, some people would never go for a walk.
EMILY DICKINSON The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
...
EMILY DICKINSON The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
...
EMILY DICKINSON Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive...
EMILY DICKINSON Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
'Ti...
EMILY DICKINSON The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocrac...
EMILY DICKINSON Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition
So clear...
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
EMILY DICKINSON Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
EMILY DICKINSON Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
EMILY DICKINSON For Love is Immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gav...
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and nev...
EMILY DICKINSON A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then th...
EMILY DICKINSON Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a wing.
EMILY DICKINSON One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors su...
EMILY DICKINSON I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead-
'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
Without the...
EMILY DICKINSON People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
EMILY DICKINSON Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
EMILY DICKINSON Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
EMILY DICKINSON Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
EMILY DICKINSON Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
EMILY DICKINSON To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSON To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone...
EMILY DICKINSON Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
EMILY DICKINSON To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSON That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
EMILY DICKINSON Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
EMILY DICKINSON The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
EMILY DICKINSON I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - a...
EMILY DICKINSON Fortune befriends the bold.
EMILY DICKINSON God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the he...
EMILY DICKINSON If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the...
EMILY DICKINSON Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
EMILY DICKINSON Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
EMILY DICKINSON I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17t...
EMILY DICKINSON The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
EMILY DICKINSON I dwell in possibility…
EMILY DICKINSON A power of Butterfly must be -
The Aptitude to fly
Meadows of Majesty concedes
And ea...
EMILY DICKINSON I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life th...
EMILY DICKINSON Belshazzar had a letter,--
He never had but one;
Belshazzar's correspondence
Concluded a...
EMILY DICKINSON It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
EMILY DICKINSON I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at i...
EMILY DICKINSON There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tun...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the ac...
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.
EMILY DICKINSON We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
EMILY DICKINSON My life closed twice before its' close-
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A th...
EMILY DICKINSON I dwell in possibility...
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
EMILY DICKINSON Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid -- as easy the secreting her behind the Eye...
EMILY DICKINSON A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
EMILY DICKINSON A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just, begins to live that day.
EMILY DICKINSON I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
EMILY DICKINSON I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an...
EMILY DICKINSON Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.
EMILY DICKINSON Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fai...
EMILY DICKINSON Is wholesome even for the King.
EMILY DICKINSON There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.
EMILY DICKINSON I cannot live with You --/ It would be Life --/ And Life is over there --/ Behind the Shelf.
EMILY DICKINSON Water is taught by thirst.
EMILY DICKINSON To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.
EMILY DICKINSON Superiority to fateIs difficult to learn.'Tis not conferred by anyBut possible to earn.
EMILY DICKINSON My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in J...
EMILY DICKINSON God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.
EMILY DICKINSON Some keep the Sabbath going to Church - I keep it, staying at Home - With a bobolink for a Chorister...
EMILY DICKINSON Pain - has an Element of Blank -/ It cannot recollect/ When it begun - or if there were/ A time when...
EMILY DICKINSON Hope is the thing with feathers
EMILY DICKINSON The truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.
EMILY DICKINSON What fortitude the Soul contains, / That it can so endure / The accent of a coming Foot-- / The open...
EMILY DICKINSON Heaven is what I cannot reach!
EMILY DICKINSON AFRAID? Of whom am I afraid? Not death; for who is he? The porter of my father’s lodge As much aba...
EMILY DICKINSON Truth is such a rare thing, it is a delight to tell it.
EMILY DICKINSON A Deed knocks first at Thought / And then -- it knocks at Will -- / That is the manufacturing spot.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving that makes it fat
EMILY DICKINSON Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see - but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
EMILY DICKINSON How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone.
EMILY DICKINSON Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God's residence is next to min, His furnit...
EMILY DICKINSON We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise And then, if we are true to plan Our statur...
EMILY DICKINSON To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become despera...
EMILY DICKINSON A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar - Requires sorest nee...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one life the Aching Or ...
EMILY DICKINSON A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
EMILY DICKINSON The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to...
EMILY DICKINSON I felt it shelter to speak to you.
EMILY DICKINSON Saying nothing sometimes says the most.
EMILY DICKINSON Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.
EMILY DICKINSON In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one's hope...
EMILY DICKINSON Our journey has advanced; / Our feet were almost come / To that odd fork in Being's road,/ Eternity ...
EMILY DICKINSON I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy; ...
EMILY DICKINSON He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He s...
EMILY DICKINSON Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
...
EMILY DICKINSON A great hope fell
You heard no noise
The ruin was within.
EMILY DICKINSON Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane
EMILY DICKINSON That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
EMILY DICKINSON Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, a...
EMILY DICKINSON Todo lo que sabemos del amor es que el amor es todo lo que hay.
EMILY DICKINSON We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like cost...
EMILY DICKINSON We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.
EMILY DICKINSON The distance that the dead have gone/ Does not at first appear --/ Their coming back seems possible/...
EMILY DICKINSON If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I...
EMILY DICKINSON Remorse --is Memory --awake --/ Her Parties all astir --/ A Presence of Departed Acts --/ At window ...
EMILY DICKINSON If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching...
EMILY DICKINSON I must go in, the fog is rising.
EMILY DICKINSON Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And...
EMILY DICKINSON Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
EMILY DICKINSON Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.
EMILY DICKINSON Anger as soon as fed is dead — 'Tis starving makes it fat.
EMILY DICKINSON Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
EMILY DICKINSON That it shall never come again is what makes life so sweet
EMILY DICKINSON Remember if you marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance, will n...
EMILY DICKINSON One need not be a chamber to be haunted; / One need not be a house; /The brain has corridors surpass...
EMILY DICKINSON We never know where we go when we are going, We jest and shut the door; Fate - following behind us -...
EMILY DICKINSON How dreary - to be - somebody! How public - like a frog - to tell your name - the livelong June - to...
EMILY DICKINSON When it comes, the Landscape listens - Shadows - hold their breath - When it goes, 'tis like the Dis...
EMILY DICKINSON