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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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We grow accustomed to the Dark by Emily Dickinson

We grow accustomed to the Dark – When Light is put away – As when the Neighbour holds the Lamp To witness her Good bye – A Moment – We uncertain step For newness of the night – Then fit … Continue reading

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I’m Nobody! Who are you? by Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell … Continue reading

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Hope by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune–without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little … Continue reading

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If I can stop one heart from breaking by Emily 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 fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in … Continue reading

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I started Early – Took my Dog – by Emily Dickinson

I started Early – Took my Dog – And visited the Sea – The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me – And Frigates – in the Upper Floor Extended Hempen Hands – Presuming Me to be … Continue reading

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