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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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“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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“If I Should Die,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 If I should die,    And you should live,    And time should gurgle on,    And morn should beam,    And noon should burn,    As it has usual done;    If birds should build as…

September 20, 2019
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“If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

  If I can stop one heart from breaking,    I shall not live in vain;    If I can ease one life the aching,    Or cool one pain,    Or help one…

September 20, 2019
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“I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I taste a liquor never brewed,    From tankards scooped in pearl;    Not all the vats upon the Rhine    Yield such an alcohol!     Inebriate of air am I,    And debauchee…

September 20, 2019
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“I Know A Place Where Summer Strives” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

  I know a place where summer strives    With such a practised frost,    She each year leads her daisies back,    Recording briefly, “Lost.”     But when the south wind stirs…

September 20, 2019
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“I Have No Life But This,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I have no life but this,    To lead it here;    Nor any death, but lest    Dispelled from there;     Nor tie to earths to come,    Nor action new,    Except through this…

September 20, 2019
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“I Had No Time To Hate, Because” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

  I had no time to hate, because    The grave would hinder me,    And life was not so ample I    Could finish enmity.     Nor had I time to love;…

September 20, 2019

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