Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, a pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing - The spring decoys. And as the summer nears - And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird,… — Emily Dickinson 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 Copy Share Image
My Faith is larger than the Hills— So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the… — Emily Dickinson 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 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
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
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 Image
“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
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 Image
“Inebriate of Air — am I — And Debauchee of Dew — Reeling — thro endless summer days — From Inns of Molten Blue —” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all. — Emily Dickinson 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 frame was… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
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 Image
