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Excerpts from Emily Dickinson's poems and letters.
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I dwell in possibility
September 29, 2024 at 1:52 PM
I dwell in possibility
Several of Nature's People I know and they know me
I feel for them a transport Of Cordiality
I feel for them a transport Of Cordiality
September 17, 2024 at 2:21 AM
Several of Nature's People I know and they know me
I feel for them a transport Of Cordiality
I feel for them a transport Of Cordiality
I would have liked to wait, but "Sue" smuggled it under my Pillow, and to wake so near it overpowered me – I am glad "Immortality" pleased you.
September 16, 2024 at 2:42 PM
I would have liked to wait, but "Sue" smuggled it under my Pillow, and to wake so near it overpowered me – I am glad "Immortality" pleased you.
If I can stop one Heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching,
Or cool one Pain,
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching,
Or cool one Pain,
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
September 12, 2024 at 2:39 PM
If I can stop one Heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching,
Or cool one Pain,
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching,
Or cool one Pain,
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Master – open your life wide, and take me in forever, I will never be tired – I will never be noisy when you want to be still. I will be your best little girl – nobody else will see me, but you – but that is enough – I shall not want any more –
September 10, 2024 at 1:48 AM
Master – open your life wide, and take me in forever, I will never be tired – I will never be noisy when you want to be still. I will be your best little girl – nobody else will see me, but you – but that is enough – I shall not want any more –
Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found –
The Hour, and the Zone,
Each Circumstance unknown –
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found –
The Hour, and the Zone,
Each Circumstance unknown –
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!
September 6, 2024 at 3:57 PM
Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found –
The Hour, and the Zone,
Each Circumstance unknown –
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found –
The Hour, and the Zone,
Each Circumstance unknown –
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!
A love so big it scares her, rushing among her small heart – pushing aside the blood and leaving her faint and white in the gust's arm –
September 6, 2024 at 10:14 AM
A love so big it scares her, rushing among her small heart – pushing aside the blood and leaving her faint and white in the gust's arm –
I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea – no care how Blue – between your Soul, and you.
September 5, 2024 at 12:38 PM
I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea – no care how Blue – between your Soul, and you.
Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.
September 4, 2024 at 10:58 PM
Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.
Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
September 4, 2024 at 10:18 PM
Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.
September 4, 2024 at 3:32 PM
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.
Only Woman in the World,
Accept a Julep
Sent to Susan Gilbert, mid 1870s
Accept a Julep
Sent to Susan Gilbert, mid 1870s
September 4, 2024 at 12:36 AM
Only Woman in the World,
Accept a Julep
Sent to Susan Gilbert, mid 1870s
Accept a Julep
Sent to Susan Gilbert, mid 1870s
Yesterday is History,
’Tis so far away –
Yesterday is Poetry –
’Tis Philosophy –
Yesterday is mystery –
Where it is Today
While we shrewdly speculate
Flutter both away
’Tis so far away –
Yesterday is Poetry –
’Tis Philosophy –
Yesterday is mystery –
Where it is Today
While we shrewdly speculate
Flutter both away
September 2, 2024 at 8:50 PM
Yesterday is History,
’Tis so far away –
Yesterday is Poetry –
’Tis Philosophy –
Yesterday is mystery –
Where it is Today
While we shrewdly speculate
Flutter both away
’Tis so far away –
Yesterday is Poetry –
’Tis Philosophy –
Yesterday is mystery –
Where it is Today
While we shrewdly speculate
Flutter both away
Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.
September 2, 2024 at 2:06 PM
Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.
But what can I do towards you? – dearer you cannot be, for I love you so already, that it almost breaks my heart – perhaps I can love you anew, every day of my life, every morning and evening – Oh if you will let me, how happy I shall be!
September 2, 2024 at 12:51 AM
But what can I do towards you? – dearer you cannot be, for I love you so already, that it almost breaks my heart – perhaps I can love you anew, every day of my life, every morning and evening – Oh if you will let me, how happy I shall be!
You asked how old I was? I made no verse - but one or two - until this winter - Sir -
I had a terror since September - I could tell to none - and so I sing, as the boy does by the burying ground, because I am afraid -
- Emily Dickinson, to Thomas Wentworth Higginson, 1862.
I had a terror since September - I could tell to none - and so I sing, as the boy does by the burying ground, because I am afraid -
- Emily Dickinson, to Thomas Wentworth Higginson, 1862.
September 1, 2024 at 8:40 PM
You asked how old I was? I made no verse - but one or two - until this winter - Sir -
I had a terror since September - I could tell to none - and so I sing, as the boy does by the burying ground, because I am afraid -
- Emily Dickinson, to Thomas Wentworth Higginson, 1862.
I had a terror since September - I could tell to none - and so I sing, as the boy does by the burying ground, because I am afraid -
- Emily Dickinson, to Thomas Wentworth Higginson, 1862.
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Emily Dickinson’s herbarium; a thread.
September 1, 2024 at 6:44 PM
Emily Dickinson’s herbarium; a thread.
Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity –
Unable they that love – to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity.
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity –
Unable they that love – to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity.
September 1, 2024 at 6:15 PM
Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity –
Unable they that love – to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity.
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity –
Unable they that love – to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity.
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Find me a house where no one can ever come.
September 1, 2024 at 5:05 PM
Find me a house where no one can ever come.
But what can I do towards you? – dearer you cannot be, for I love you so already, that it almost breaks my heart – perhaps I can love you anew, every day of my life, every morning and evening – Oh if you will let me, how happy I shall be!
September 1, 2024 at 5:15 PM
But what can I do towards you? – dearer you cannot be, for I love you so already, that it almost breaks my heart – perhaps I can love you anew, every day of my life, every morning and evening – Oh if you will let me, how happy I shall be!
Oh Susie, I would nestle close to your warm heart, and never hear the wind blow, or the storm beat, again. Is there any room there for me, or shall I wander away all homeless and alone?
September 1, 2024 at 5:13 PM
Oh Susie, I would nestle close to your warm heart, and never hear the wind blow, or the storm beat, again. Is there any room there for me, or shall I wander away all homeless and alone?
What a privilege it is to be so insignificant!
September 1, 2024 at 5:04 PM
What a privilege it is to be so insignificant!