My river runs to thee:Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Source: The Outlet
Contributed by: ingebrita
He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.He danced along the dingy days,And this bequest of wingsWas but a book. What libertyA loosened spirit brings!
Source: A Book
You left me boundaries of painCapacious as the sea,Between eternity and time,Your consciousness and me.
Remorse is memory awake.
Pain has an element of blank;It cannot recollectWhen it began, or if there wereA day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,Its infinite realms containIts past, enlightened to perceiveNew periods of pain.
Source: The Mystery of Pain
Each that we lose takes a part of us; A crescent still abides,Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.
Source: Emily Dickinson and the Art of Belief
A Toad, can die of Light -Death is the Common RightOf Toads and Men -
Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson
The Possible's slow fuse is litBy the Imagination.
Source: The Emily Dickinson Handbook
I'm Nobody! Who are you?Are you - Nobody - Too?Then there's a pair of us!Don't tell! they'd advertise us - you know!
How dreary - to be - Somebody!How public - like a Frog -To tell one's name - the livelong June -To an admiring Bog!
Source: Emily Dickinson: Singular Poet
Contributed by: stanmanstu
If your Nerve, deny you -Go above your Nerve -
Contributed by: Sea
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