“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only way I know it. Is there any other way?”

Emily Dickinson

(712) Because I could not stop for Death ( Read more... )

Emily Dickinson

(303)

The Soul selects her own Society-
Then-shuts the Door-
To her divine Majority-
Present no more-

Unmoved-she notes the Chariots pausing-
At her low Gate-
Unmoved-an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat-

I've known her-from an ample nation-
Choose One-
Then-close the Valves of her attention-
Like Stone-

c. 1862

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Part Five: The Single Hound

LXVII

Like brooms of steel  
The Snow and Wind  
Had swept the Winter Street,  
The House was hooked,  
The Sun sent out        
Faint Deputies of heat-  
The Apple in the cellar snug  
Where rode the Bird  
The Silence tied  
His ample, plodding Steed,        
Was all the one that played.

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

1162

The Life we have is very great.
The Life that we shall see
Surpasses it, we know, because
It is Infinity.
But when all Space has been beheld
And all Dominion shown
The smallest Human Heart's extent
Reduces it to none.