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The Soul selects
her own Society
Then shuts the
Door
To her divine
Majority
Present no more
her own Society
Then shuts the
Door
To her divine
Majority
Present no more
March 12, 2025 at 8:04 AM
The Soul selects
her own Society
Then shuts the
Door
To her divine
Majority
Present no more
her own Society
Then shuts the
Door
To her divine
Majority
Present no more
So sweet and still, and Thee, Oh Susie, what need I more, to make my heaven whole?
January 10, 2025 at 8:47 PM
So sweet and still, and Thee, Oh Susie, what need I more, to make my heaven whole?
I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me. If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in
January 3, 2025 at 9:56 PM
I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me. If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in
Because the Bee may blameless hum
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
December 29, 2024 at 5:30 PM
Because the Bee may blameless hum
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea - no care how Blue - between your Soul, and you.
December 27, 2024 at 7:33 AM
I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea - no care how Blue - between your Soul, and you.
That which sings so, speaks so,
When there’s no one here,—
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?
When there’s no one here,—
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?
December 26, 2024 at 2:09 PM
That which sings so, speaks so,
When there’s no one here,—
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?
When there’s no one here,—
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
December 21, 2024 at 7:09 AM
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
I had no time to Hate -
Because
The Grave would hinder me -
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish--Enmity -
Because
The Grave would hinder me -
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish--Enmity -
December 16, 2024 at 10:07 PM
I had no time to Hate -
Because
The Grave would hinder me -
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish--Enmity -
Because
The Grave would hinder me -
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish--Enmity -
“Faith” is a fine invention
For Gentlemen who see!
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency!
For Gentlemen who see!
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency!
December 13, 2024 at 7:43 PM
“Faith” is a fine invention
For Gentlemen who see!
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency!
For Gentlemen who see!
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency!
The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.
December 11, 2024 at 5:43 PM
The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.
That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love
Is all we know of Love
December 9, 2024 at 10:38 PM
That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love
Is all we know of Love
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
December 5, 2024 at 9:50 PM
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
I would have come out of eden to open the door for you if I had known you were there.
December 3, 2024 at 9:56 PM
I would have come out of eden to open the door for you if I had known you were there.
Soul, take thy risk,
With Death to be
Were better than be not
With thee
With Death to be
Were better than be not
With thee
December 1, 2024 at 11:42 PM
Soul, take thy risk,
With Death to be
Were better than be not
With thee
With Death to be
Were better than be not
With thee
A Letter always feels to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
November 30, 2024 at 7:30 AM
A Letter always feels to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
November 28, 2024 at 6:18 AM
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
Adventure most unto itself
The Soul condemned to be—
Attended by a single Hound
Its own identity.
The Soul condemned to be—
Attended by a single Hound
Its own identity.
November 27, 2024 at 12:18 AM
Adventure most unto itself
The Soul condemned to be—
Attended by a single Hound
Its own identity.
The Soul condemned to be—
Attended by a single Hound
Its own identity.
Her breast is fit pearls,
But I was not a "Diver" -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I had not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home -
I - a Sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
But I was not a "Diver" -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I had not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home -
I - a Sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
November 25, 2024 at 8:31 PM
Her breast is fit pearls,
But I was not a "Diver" -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I had not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home -
I - a Sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
But I was not a "Diver" -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I had not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home -
I - a Sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
Show me Eternity, and I will show you Memory —
Both in one package lain
And lifted back again —
Be Sue — while I am Emily —
Be next — what you have ever been — Infinity.
Both in one package lain
And lifted back again —
Be Sue — while I am Emily —
Be next — what you have ever been — Infinity.
November 24, 2024 at 9:47 PM
Show me Eternity, and I will show you Memory —
Both in one package lain
And lifted back again —
Be Sue — while I am Emily —
Be next — what you have ever been — Infinity.
Both in one package lain
And lifted back again —
Be Sue — while I am Emily —
Be next — what you have ever been — Infinity.
My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -
November 24, 2024 at 9:06 AM
My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
And all we need of hell.
November 23, 2024 at 3:28 PM
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
And all we need of hell.
Love always, and ever, and true!
November 22, 2024 at 7:05 AM
Love always, and ever, and true!
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My painting of Emily Dickinson. She is my favorite poet, so I made this piece some time ago.
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"I dwell in Possibility -
A fairer House than Prose -
More numerous of Windows -
Superior - for Doors."
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#digitalart #lsaraiva #art #painting #brart #portrait #poem #emilydickinson #fanart #clipstudio
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"I dwell in Possibility -
A fairer House than Prose -
More numerous of Windows -
Superior - for Doors."
✨
#digitalart #lsaraiva #art #painting #brart #portrait #poem #emilydickinson #fanart #clipstudio
November 20, 2024 at 12:03 AM
My painting of Emily Dickinson. She is my favorite poet, so I made this piece some time ago.
✨
"I dwell in Possibility -
A fairer House than Prose -
More numerous of Windows -
Superior - for Doors."
✨
#digitalart #lsaraiva #art #painting #brart #portrait #poem #emilydickinson #fanart #clipstudio
✨
"I dwell in Possibility -
A fairer House than Prose -
More numerous of Windows -
Superior - for Doors."
✨
#digitalart #lsaraiva #art #painting #brart #portrait #poem #emilydickinson #fanart #clipstudio
They might not need me—yet they might—
I’ll let my Heart be just in sight—
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity—
I’ll let my Heart be just in sight—
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity—
November 21, 2024 at 7:30 AM
They might not need me—yet they might—
I’ll let my Heart be just in sight—
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity—
I’ll let my Heart be just in sight—
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity—
Forgive me Darling, for every word I say — my heart is full of you… yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me… I shall grow more and more impatient until that dear day comes, for til now, I have only mourned for you; now I begin to hope for you
November 20, 2024 at 9:23 PM
Forgive me Darling, for every word I say — my heart is full of you… yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me… I shall grow more and more impatient until that dear day comes, for til now, I have only mourned for you; now I begin to hope for you