The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured. Emily Dickinson and-love heart writing Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies. Emily Dickinson deceit congratulations lying There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it. Emily Dickinson pain steps memories It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the Dark - And crowd the little Room - Too scant - by Cubits - to contain The Sacrament - of Him - I am not used to Hope - It might intrude upon - Its sweet parade - blaspheme the place - Ordained to Suffering - It might be easier To fail - with Land in Sight - Than gain - My Blue Peninsula - To perish - of Delight - Emily Dickinson fate loneliness sweet I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves. Emily Dickinson glasses eye hair What Soft--Cherubic Creatures-- Emily Dickinson assault creatures stars I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own. Emily Dickinson jewels sleep wind Fearless--the cobweb swings from the ceiling-- Emily Dickinson fearless swings ceilings A Clock stopped-- Emily Dickinson clock puppets skills I never saw a meme; I never saw the sea. Emily Dickinson memes saws sea Forever is comprised of nows. Emily Dickinson forever Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell. Emily Dickinson jubilee bells memories Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself. Emily Dickinson women love men Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none. Emily Dickinson communication silence perfect After a hundred years Emily Dickinson agony hundred years Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land? Emily Dickinson sea life past I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names. Emily Dickinson covered-up names night Forever is made up of nows. Emily Dickinson made forever Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom. Emily Dickinson turns lying We trust in plumed procession Emily Dickinson angel feet snow
