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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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The Book Of Martyrs. By Emily Dickinson

    Read, sweet, how others strove,    Till we are stouter;    What they renounced,    Till we are less afraid;    How many times they bore    The faithful witness,    Till we are helped,    As if a…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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The Bone That Has No Marrow; By Emily Dickinson

    The bone that has no marrow;    What ultimate for that?    It is not fit for table,    For beggar, or for cat.     A bone has obligations,    A being has the…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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The Bluebird. By Emily Dickinson

    Before you thought of spring,    Except as a surmise,    You see, God bless his suddenness,    A fellow in the skies    Of independent hues,    A little weather-worn,    Inspiriting habiliments    Of indigo and brown….

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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The Blue Jay. By Emily Dickinson

    No brigadier throughout the year    So civic as the jay.    A neighbor and a warrior too,    With shrill felicity     Pursuing winds that censure us    A February day,    The brother of…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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The Bee. By Emily Dickinson

    Like trains of cars on tracks of plush    I hear the level bee:    A jar across the flowers goes,    Their velvet masonry     Withstands until the sweet assault    Their chivalry…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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The Battle-Field. By Emily Dickinson

    They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,    Like petals from a rose,    When suddenly across the June    A wind with fingers goes.     They perished in the seamless…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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The Bat. By Emily Dickinson

    The bat is dun with wrinkled wings    Like fallow article,    And not a song pervades his lips,    Or none perceptible.     His small umbrella, quaintly halved,    Describing in the air    An…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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The Balloon. By Emily Dickinson

    You’ve seen balloons set, haven’t you?    So stately they ascend    It is as swans discarded you    For duties diamond.     Their liquid feet go softly out    Upon a sea of…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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That Such Have Died Enables Us By Emily Dickinson

    That such have died enables us    The tranquiller to die;    That such have lived, certificate    For immortality.

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019
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Thanksgiving Day. By Emily Dickinson

    One day is there of the series    Termed Thanksgiving day,    Celebrated part at table,    Part in memory.     Neither patriarch nor pussy,    I dissect the play;    Seems it, to my hooded…

September 23, 2019September 27, 2019

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