Category Archives: Dickinson Emily

Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – … Continue reading

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Surgeons Must Be Very Careful by Emily Dickinson

Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit — Life! Emily Dickinson 1830-1886

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating … Continue reading

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In this short Life by Emily Dickinson

In this short Life that only lasts an hour How much – how little – is within our power Emily Dickinson 1830-1886

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A Slash of Blue by Emily Dickinson

A slash of Blue – A sweep of Gray – Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky – A little purple – slipped between Some Ruby Trousers hurried on – A Wave of Gold – A Bank … Continue reading

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This is the land the Sunset washes by Emily Dickinson

This is the land the Sunset washes These are the Banks of the Yellow Sea Where it rose or whither it rushes These are the Western Mystery! Night after Night Her purple traffic Strews the landing with Opal Bales Merchantmen … Continue reading

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Letter to the World by Emily Dickinson

This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me The simple News that Nature told With tender Majesty Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see For love of Her Sweet countrymen Judge tenderly of Me … Continue reading

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