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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Word dropped careless on a Page

A Word dropped careless on a Page
May stimulate an eye
When folded in perpetual seam
The Wrinkled Maker lie
 
Infection in the sentence breeds
We may inhale Despair
At distances of Centuries
From the Malaria -

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Anguish, by August Friedrich Schenck
Life XIX. Pain has an element of blank (650)

XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
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816 a Death blow is a Life blow to Some

A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
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Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection!

Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
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The Gentian Weaves Her Fringes

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
He Put the Belt Around my Life

273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
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Jesus! Thy Crucifix

225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
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A Door Just Opened on a Street

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
Are Friends Delight Or Pain

Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
Many Cross the Rhine

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
Train

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
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Time LXIII. Ample make this bed (829)

LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
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He ate and drank the precious Words

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
The Fingers of the Light

1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
Faith

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
Still Life with Books and Candle, by Henri Matisse
Life XCIX. There is no Frigate like a Book (1286)

XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
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