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I Dwell in Possibility. By Emily Dickinson
I dwell in Possibility– A fairer House than Prose– More numerous of Windows– Superior–for Doors– Of Chambers as the Cedars– Impregnable of Eye– And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of…
“Tell all the truth but tell it slant —.” BY EMILY DICKINSON
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth’s superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith…
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun. BY EMILY DICKINSON
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –In Corners – till a DayThe Owner passed – identified –And carried Me away – And now…
With Flowers. By Emily Dickinson
If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not; And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot! And if to miss were merry, And if to mourn were gay, How very…
With Flowers. By Emily Dickinson
South winds jostle them, Bumblebees come, Hover, hesitate, Drink, and are gone. Butterflies pause On their passage Cashmere; I, softly plucking, Present them here!
With A Flower. By Emily Dickinson
When roses cease to bloom, dear, And violets are done, When bumble-bees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the sun, The hand that paused to gather Upon this summer’s…
With A Flower. By Emily Dickinson
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too — And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That,…
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! By Emily Dickinson
Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds To a heart in port, — Done with the compass, Done with the chart….
Why? By Emily Dickinson
The murmur of a bee A witchcraft yieldeth me. If any ask me why, ‘T were easier to die Than tell. The red upon the hill Taketh away my will; If…