You remember my ideal cat has always a huge rat in its mouth, just going out of sight - though going out of sight in itself has a peculiar pleasure. Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson It is finished, is never said of us Emily Dickinson finishedsaid Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured. Emily Dickinson and-loveheartwriting Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies. Emily Dickinson deceitcongratulationslying 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 painstepsmemories 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 fatelonelinesssweet 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 glasseseyehair What Soft--Cherubic Creatures-- Emily Dickinson assaultcreaturesstars 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 jewelssleepwind Fearless--the cobweb swings from the ceiling-- Emily Dickinson fearlessswingsceilings A Clock stopped-- Emily Dickinson clockpuppetsskills I never saw a meme; I never saw the sea. Emily Dickinson memessawssea Forever is comprised of nows. Emily Dickinson forever Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell. Emily Dickinson jubileebellsmemories Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself. Emily Dickinson womenlovemen Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none. Emily Dickinson communicationsilenceperfect After a hundred years Emily Dickinson agonyhundredyears 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 sealifepast 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-upnamesnight Forever is made up of nows. Emily Dickinson madeforever Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom. Emily Dickinson turnslying
