I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And... See More »
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating – beating – till I thought My mind was... See More »
the butcher-he crushed my bones so I couldn't run he maimed my heart so it would bleed love hanged on a hook, open and raw Time passing reflect on the past hurried and hushed forgotten by all but I
Winter: My SecretI tell my secret? No indeed, not I: Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows, And you’re too curious: fie! You want to hear it? well: Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell. Or, after all, perhaps there’s none: S... See More »
Come slowly – Eden!Come slowly – Eden! Lips unused to Thee – Bashful – sip thy Jessamines – As the fainting Bee – Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums – Counts his nectars – Enters – and is lost in Balms. by emily dickinson
Fame is a bee.It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing. by emily dickinson fame is fleeting
Mama never forgets her birds,Though in another tree – She looks down just as often And just as tenderly As when her little mortal nest With cunning care she wove – If either of her sparrows fall, She notices, above. – E... See More »
what do you hope for?“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.” – Emily Dickinson
Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
It was not Death, for I stood up,It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down - It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon. It was not Frost, for on my Flesh I felt Siroccos - crawl - Nor Fire - for just my marble feet Could keep a Chancel,... See More »
“Hope” is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the... See More »
In this short Life that only lasts an hourIn this short Life that only lasts an hour How much - how little - is within our power
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And... See More »
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating – beating – till I thought My mind was... See More »
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