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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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Father, I Bring Thee Not Myself, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 Father, I bring thee not myself, —    That were the little load;    I bring thee the imperial heart    I had not strength to hold.     The heart I cherished…

September 20, 2019
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Farewell. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,    Then I am ready to go!    Just a look at the horses —    Rapid! That will do!     Put me in…

September 20, 2019
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Far From Love The Heavenly Father By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 Far from love the Heavenly Father    Leads the chosen child;    Oftener through realm of briar    Than the meadow mild,     Oftener by the claw of dragon    Than the hand of…

September 20, 2019
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Faith Is A Fine Invention By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Faith is a fine invention    For gentlemen who see;    But microscopes are prudent    In an emergency!

September 20, 2019
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Experiment To Me By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Experiment to me    Is every one I meet.    If it contain a kernel?    The figure of a nut     Presents upon a tree,    Equally plausibly;    But meat within is requisite,    To squirrels…

September 20, 2019
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Experience. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I stepped from plank to plank    So slow and cautiously;    The stars about my head I felt,    About my feet the sea.     I knew not but the next    Would…

September 20, 2019
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Exclusion. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The soul selects her own society,    Then shuts the door;    On her divine majority    Obtrude no more.     Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing    At her low gate;    Unmoved, an emperor…

September 20, 2019
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Except To Heaven, She Is Nought; By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Except to heaven, she is nought;    Except for angels, lone;    Except to some wide-wandering bee,    A flower superfluous blown;     Except for winds, provincial;    Except by butterflies,    Unnoticed as a single…

September 20, 2019
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Except The Heaven Had Come So Near, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 Except the heaven had come so near,    So seemed to choose my door,    The distance would not haunt me so;    I had not hoped before.     But just to…

September 20, 2019
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Evening. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The cricket sang,    And set the sun,    And workmen finished, one by one,    Their seam the day upon.     The low grass loaded with the dew,    The twilight stood as…

September 20, 2019

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