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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 Noticed People Disappeared, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I noticed people disappeared,    When but a little child, —    Supposed they visited remote,    Or settled regions wild.     Now know I they both visited    And settled regions wild,    But did…

September 20, 2019
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I Never Lost As Much But Twice, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I never lost as much but twice,    And that was in the sod;    Twice have I stood a beggar    Before the door of God!     Angels, twice descending,    Reimbursed my…

September 20, 2019
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I Never Saw A Moor, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I never saw a moor,    I never saw the sea;    Yet know I how the heather looks,    And what a wave must be.     I never spoke with God,    Nor…

September 20, 2019
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I Meant To Find Her When I Came; By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I meant to find her when I came;    Death had the same design;    But the success was his, it seems,    And the discomfit mine.     I meant to tell…

September 20, 2019
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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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