A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light. Emily Dickinson light dark needs Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong? Emily Dickinson flying angel morning This so much joy! This so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory! Emily Dickinson poverty victory joy When I state myself, as the representative of the verse, it does not mean me, but a supposed person. Emily Dickinson states doe mean Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too. Emily Dickinson broken heart may How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife! stop there! Emily Dickinson girl kindness life God is indeed a jealous God. He cannot bear to see, that we had rather not with him, but with each other play. Emily Dickinson envy jealous play Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term. Emily Dickinson odd journey feet I took my Power in my Hand -- And went against the World -- 'Twas not so much as David -- had -- But I -- was twice as bold -- I aimed by Pebble -- but Myself Was all the one that fell -- Was it Goliath -- was too large -- Or was myself -- too small? Emily Dickinson pebbles hands world Publication - is the auction of the mind. Emily Dickinson publishing auctions mind My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them! Emily Dickinson forgiveness forgive-me friendship Answer July- Emily Dickinson bud july summer Two Seasons, it is said, exist- Emily Dickinson june summer two As Summer into Autumn slips Emily Dickinson autumn summer years This is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me, the simple news that nature told, with tender majesty. Her message is committed, to hands I cannot see; for love of her, sweet countrymen, judge tenderly of me. Emily Dickinson nature simple sweet To be alive is power; existence in itself; without a further function; omnipotence. Emily Dickinson omnipotence alive life To possess is past the instant; we achieve the joy, immortality contented, were anomaly. Emily Dickinson joy happiness past Death is a supple suitor, that wins at last. It is a stealthy wooing; conducted first by pallid innuendos and dim approach, but brave at last with bugles. Emily Dickinson brave winning death I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,— This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience. Emily Dickinson stars sea feet Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye. Emily Dickinson madness eye insanity
