Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

American Poet

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Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

Much madness is divinest sense to a discerning eye; much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority in this, as all, prevails....Much madness is divinest sense to a discerning eye; much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority in this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous, and handled with a chain.

Open me carefully.

Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host who took the flag to-day can tell the definition, so clear, of victory, as he, defeated, dying, on whose forbidden ear the distant strains of triumph break, agonized and clear.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.

There is a pain – so utter – it swallows substance up – then covers the Abyss with Trance – so Memory can step around – across – opon it – as one within a Swoon – goes safely – where an open eye – would drop Him – Bone by Bone.

Till I loved I never liked enough.

We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it—And hang their faces so—We're fearing that their Hearts will drop—And crush our pretty play—And so we move as far as Enemies—away—Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

Life is but Life! And Death, but Death! Bliss is but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!

My best Acquaintances are those with Whom I spoke no Word.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

Susie, what shall I do - there is'nt room enough; not half enough, to hold what I was going to say. Wont you tell the man who makes sheets of paper, that I hav'nt the slightest respect for him!

The only secret people keep is immortality.

There is a ship as fast as a book to take us lands away.

Till I loved I never lived.

We dream — it is good we are dreaming — it would hurt us — were we awake —but since it is playing — kill us, and we are playing — shriek — What harm? Men die — externally —it is a truth — of Blood —but we — are dying in Drama —and Drama — is never dead — cautious — We jar each other —and either — open the eyes — lest the Phantasm — prove the Mistake —and the livid Surprise. Cool us to Shafts of Granite —with just an Age — and Name — and perhaps a phrase in Egyptian — it's prudenter — to dream —

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.

Look back on time with kindly eyes,

My business is circumference.

Pain - has an Element of Blank. It cannot recollect when it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain its Past - enlightened to perceive new Periods - of Pain.

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies too bright for our infirm Delight the Truth's superb surprise as Lightening to the Children eased with explanation kind the Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind--

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.

There is no Frigate like a Book to take us Lands away, nor any Coursers like a Page of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take without oppress of Toll – how frugal is the Chariot that bears a Human soul.

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