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.
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 1587, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
Contributed by: Zaady
The Soul should always stand ajar.
Angels in the early morning May be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?
Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving makes it fat.
Source: Poems, Second Series, 1891
'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with Daisies lie- That Commerce will continue- And Trades as briskly fly.
Source: Poems, Second Series, 1891.
She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
That love is all there is is all we know of love.
Pain - has an element of Blank - It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were A time when it was not. . . .
Source: 1862; Poems, First Series, 1890.
This World is not Conclusion. A Sequel stands beyond- Invisible, as Music- But positive, as Sound.
Source: Poems, Third Series, 1896.
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