3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson They might not need me but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.
3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
3 December 2020 Emily Dickinson They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
