Endow the Living - with the Tears - You squander on the Dead,
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Source: Emily Dickinson & Her Contemporaries: Women's Verse in America, 1820-1885
Contributed by: Catherine
Forever - is composed of Nows -
Source: An American Triptych: Anne Bradstreet, Emily Dickinson, Adrienne Rich
Contributed by: li'l p
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Source: Wisdom for the Soul: Five Millennia of Prescriptions for Spiritual Healing
Contributed by: Kat
Exultation is the goingOf an inland soul to sea,Past the houses - past the headlands -Into deep Eternity -Bred as we, among the mountains,Can the sailor understandThe divine intoxicationOf the first league out from land?
Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson
Contributed by: Ember
I find ecstasy in living - the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Source: Emily Dickinson and the Art of Belief
Contributed by: Ashlie
We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Source: The Life & Letters of Emily Dickinson
Contributed by: Colleen
Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
Source: The Life of Emily Dickinson
Contributed by: Hillary
A Wounded deer - leaps highest.
Source: 1860; Poems, First Series, 1890.
Contributed by: Zaady
Dreams are the subtle Dower That make us rich an Hour Then fling us poor Out of the purple door.
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 916, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved - The Site -of it -by Architect Could not again be proved.
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 370, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
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