Emily Dickinson

“There is no Frigate like a book.”

“I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.”

“In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound”

“We do not play on Graves—Because there isn't Room—Besides—it isn't even—it slantsAnd People come—And put a Flower on it—And hang their faces so—We're fearing that their Hearts will drop—And crush our pretty play—And so we move as farAs Enemies—away—Just looking round to see how farIt is—Occasionally—”

“Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see,But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency.”

“And I, could I stand byAnd see you freeze,Without my right of frost, Death's privilege?”

“But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory’s fog is rising.”

“Forever is composed of nows.”

“I sing to use the waiting, My bonnet but to tie, And shut the door unto my house; No more to do have I, Till, his best step approaching, We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away.”

“The past is not a package one can lay away.”

“Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled.”

“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 fainting robinUnto his nest again,I shall not live in vain.”

“The brain is wider than the sky.”

“The Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind - Emily Dickinson”

“To lose what we never owned might seem an eccentric Bereavement but Presumption has its Affliction as actually as Claim --”

“This is my letter to the worldThat never wrote to me”

“I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.”

“It was not Death, for I stood up,And all the Dead, lie down—It was not Night, for all the BellsPut out their Tongues, for Noon.”

“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”

“We dream — it is good we are dreaming —It would hurt us — were we awake —But since it is playing — kill us,And we are playing — shriek —What harm? Men die — externally —It is a truth — of Blood —But we — are dying in Drama —And Drama — is never dead —Cautious — We jar each other —And either — open the eyes —Lest the Phantasm — prove the Mistake —And the livid SurpriseCool us to Shafts of Granite —With just an Age — and Name —And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian —It's prudenter — to dream —”