“Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen! — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A color stands abroad on solitary hills that silence cannot overtake, but human nature feels. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Nature is what we know - Yet have not art to say - So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee— — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
LOOK back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west! — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Look back on Time, with kindly eyes - He doubtless did his best - How softly sinks that trembling sun In Human… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
This is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me, the simple news that nature told, with tender majesty. Her… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A little madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown, Who ponders this tremendous… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
There is no Silence in the Earth - so silent As that endured Which uttered, would discourage Nature And haunt the World. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl — I read that Foreign Lady** — The Dark — felt beautiful… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I had been hungry all the years- My noon had come, to dine- I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
All things do go a-courting, In earth, or sea, or air, God hath made nothing single But thee in His world so… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
“Whose fingers string the stalactite- Who counts the Wampum of the night” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share
