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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.

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I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I many times thought peace had come,    When peace was far away;    As wrecked men deem they sight the land    At centre of the sea,     And struggle slacker,…

September 20, 2019
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I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I lived on dread; to those who know    The stimulus there is    In danger, other impetus    Is numb and vital-less.     As ‘t were a spur upon the soul,    A…

September 20, 2019
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I Know That He Exists By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I know that he exists    Somewhere, in silence.    He has hid his rare life    From our gross eyes.     ‘T is an instant’s play,    ‘T is a fond ambush,    Just to…

September 20, 2019
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I Have Not Told My Garden Yet, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I have not told my garden yet,    Lest that should conquer me;    I have not quite the strength now    To break it to the bee.     I will not…

September 20, 2019
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I Have A King Who Does Not Speak; By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I have a king who does not speak;    So, wondering, thro’ the hours meek    I trudge the day away,–    Half glad when it is night and sleep,    If, haply,…

September 20, 2019
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I Had A Guinea Golden. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I had a guinea golden;    I lost it in the sand,    And though the sum was simple,    And pounds were in the land,    Still had it such a value    Unto…

September 20, 2019
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I Gained It So, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I gained it so,    By climbing slow,    By catching at the twigs that grow    Between the bliss and me.    It hung so high,    As well the sky    Attempt by strategy.     I…

September 20, 2019
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I Found The Phrase To Every Thought By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

   I found the phrase to every thought    I ever had, but one;    And that defies me, — as a hand    Did try to chalk the sun     To races…

September 20, 2019
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I Felt A Funeral In My Brain, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I felt a funeral in my brain,    And mourners, to and fro,    Kept treading, treading, till it seemed    That sense was breaking through.     And when they all were…

September 20, 2019
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I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I died for beauty, but was scarce    Adjusted in the tomb,    When one who died for truth was lain    In an adjoining room.     He questioned softly why I…

September 20, 2019

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