A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color… — 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.… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
There is a Zone whose even Years No Solstice interrupt - Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon Whose perfect Seasons wait - Whose… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A light exists in Spring Not present in the year at any other period When March is scarcely here. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Somewhere in my soul a thought went up in my mind today that I have had before, but did not finish, some… — Emily Dickinson 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
Forever — is composed of Nows— 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months— And Years — exhale in Years... — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place, Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. — 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
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
