konstansa was having an interesting discussion about love, not too long ago, in her LJ...to me, this is love:

You must let me
go first, Sue, because
I live in the Sea
always and know
the Road--
I would have drowned
twice to save
you sinking, dear,
If I could only
have covered your
Eyes so you wouldn't
have seen the Water--

(Emily Dickinson to Susan H. Dickinson, her ( Read more... )

The Love a Child can ( Read more... )

A Wounded Deer-leaps highest

165

A Wounded Deer-leaps highest-
I've heard the Hunter tell-
'Tis but the Ecstasy of death-
And then the Brake is still!

The Smitten Rock that gushes!
The trampled Steel that springs!
A Cheek is always redder
Just where the Hectic stings!

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish
In which it Cautious Arm,
Lest anybody spy the ( Read more... )

Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver"--
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest,
Her heart is fit for home--
I--a Sparrow--build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.

(Emily Dickinson)

Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,
Past the houses--past the headlands--
Into deep Eternity ,

Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?

(Emily Dickinson)

June 11, 1852

...I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away--I miss my biggest heart; my own goes wandering round, and calls for Susie--Friends are too dear to sunder, Oh they are far too few, and how soon they will go away where you and I cannot find them, don't let us ( Read more... )

http://www.usatoday.com/travel/destinations/2010-05-11-new-york-emily-dickinson-garden_N.htm

Going to Him! Happy letter ( Read more... )

Dear March -- Come in ( Read more... )

To make a Prairie, it takes
A Flower and one Bee,
One Flower and a Bee,
And Reverie.
The Reverie alone will do
If bees are few.