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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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“Safe In Their Alabaster Chambers,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Safe in their alabaster chambers,    Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,    Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,    Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.     Light laughs…

September 20, 2019
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“Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn    Indicative that suns go down;    The notice to the startled grass    That darkness is about to pass.

September 20, 2019
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“Perhaps You’D Like To Buy A Flower?” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower?    But I could never sell.    If you would like to borrow    Until the daffodil     Unties her yellow bonnet    Beneath the village door,    Until…

September 20, 2019
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“Our Share Of Night To Bear” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

  Our share of night to bear,    Our share of morning,    Our blank in bliss to fill,    Our blank in scorning.     Here a star, and there a star,    Some lose…

September 20, 2019
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“One Dignity Delays For All,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 One dignity delays for all,    One mitred afternoon.    None can avoid this purple,    None evade this crown.     Coach it insures, and footmen,    Chamber and state and throng;    Bells, also, in…

September 20, 2019
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“On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 On this long storm the rainbow rose,    On this late morn the sun;    The clouds, like listless elephants,    Horizons straggled down.     The birds rose smiling in their nests,    The…

September 20, 2019
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“New Feet Within My Garden Go,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

  New feet within my garden go,    New fingers stir the sod;    A troubadour upon the elm    Betrays the solitude.     New children play upon the green,    New weary sleep below;    And…

September 20, 2019
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“Much Madness Is Divinest Sense” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 Much madness is divinest sense    To a discerning eye;    Much sense the starkest madness.    ‘T is the majority    In this, as all, prevails.    Assent, and you are sane;    Demur, — you’re…

September 20, 2019
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“Is Heaven A Physician?” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

  Is Heaven a physician?    They say that He can heal;    But medicine posthumous    Is unavailable.     Is Heaven an exchequer?    They speak of what we owe;    But that negotiation    I ‘m not…

September 20, 2019
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“If You Were Coming In The Fall,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 If you were coming in the fall,    I’d brush the summer by    With half a smile and half a spurn,    As housewives do a fly.     If I could…

September 20, 2019

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