Nature is what we know - Yet have not art to say - So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity.
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Source: Untitled Poem, No. 668.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense -the starkest Madness -
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 435, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
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.
The Pedigree of Honey Does not concern the Bee - A Clover, any time, to him, Is Aristocracy -
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 1627, version 2, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
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