The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind. — Emily Dickinson Blind Copy Share Image
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul — Emily Dickinson Narcotics Copy Share Image
The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee... — Emily Dickinson Bees Copy Share Image
Safe Despair it is that raves- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal. — Emily Dickinson Agony Copy Share Image
I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong? — Emily Dickinson Angel Copy Share Image
We were never intimate mother and children while she was our mother - but... when she became our child, the affection came. — Emily Dickinson Affection Copy Share Image
You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night! — Emily Dickinson Fire Copy Share Image
These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look. — Emily Dickinson Bird Copy Share Image
I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too… — Emily Dickinson Atheism Copy Share Image
The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious. — Emily Dickinson Compassion 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 Nature Copy Share Image
“Life is but life, and death but death! Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath! And if, indeed, I fail, At… — Emily Dickinson Death Copy Share Image
Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, a pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life… — Emily Dickinson Bird Copy Share Image
AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,… — Emily Dickinson Awe Copy Share Image
“He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his… — Emily Dickinson Books Copy Share Image
MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee… — Emily Dickinson Blue Copy Share Image
My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June -… — Emily Dickinson Blue Copy Share Image
“Longing is like the seed That wrestles in the ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The hour… — Emily Dickinson Circumstance Copy Share Image
“It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells… — Emily Dickinson Death Copy Share Image
“The rat is the concisest tenant. He pays no rent, — Repudiates the obligation, On schemes intent. Balking our wit To sound… — Emily Dickinson Emily-dickinson Copy Share Image
“The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pausing— At her… — Emily Dickinson Poetry Copy Share Image
As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As Housewives… — Emily Dickinson Eternity Copy Share Image
One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted— One need not be a House— The Brain — has Corridors —… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Good Morning—Midnight— I'm coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him? Sunshine was a sweet place— I liked to stay—… — Emily Dickinson Coming home Copy Share Image
“HAVE you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows… — Emily Dickinson Brook Copy Share Image
