His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start He carries a circumference In which I have no part.
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 1663, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
Contributed by: Zaady
Nature is what we know - Yet have not art to say - So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity.
Source: Untitled Poem, No. 668.
Nature, like us is sometimes caught Without her diadem.
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 1075, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me- The simple News that Nature told- With tender majesty.
Source: c.1862, poem no. 441, St. 1.
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you - Nobody - Too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise - you know!
Source: 1861; Poems, Second Series, 1891.
I argue thee that love is life And life hath immortality.
Luck is not chance - It's toil - Fortune's expensive smile Is earned.
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 1350, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 95.
My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June - and in it are my friends - every one of them.
Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God's residence is next to mine- His furniture is love.
Where thou art, that is home.
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