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
Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy. — 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
