The Pedigree of Honey Does not concern the Bee - A Clover, any time, to him, Is Aristocracy -
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 1627, version 2, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
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Hope it strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
Source: Letter, 1877; in Letters of Emily Dickinson, ed. Mabel Loomis Todd, 1894.
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within.
Source: c.1864, poem No. 1123, St. 1.
How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife! stop there!
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.
You can stay young as long as you learn.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
Source: Letter, 1867; in Letters of Emily Dickinson, ed. Mabel Loomis Todd, 1894.
This is the Hour of Lead - Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow - First -Chill -then Stupor -then the letting go -.
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 341, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
I cannot live with You - It would be Life - And Life is over there - Behind the Shelf.
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 640, ed. Thomas H. Johnson, 1955.
That it will never come again Is what makes life so sweet.
Source: poem no. 1741.
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