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The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.

Emily Dickinson

Open your life wide, and take me in forever. I will never be tired-I will never be noisy when you want to be still…nobody else will see me, but you-but that is enough-I shall not want any more.
EMILY DICKINSON

Forever Tired Valentine's Day
Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun – if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
EMILY DICKINSON

Opinion Sun Truth
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
EMILY DICKINSON

Deep Inspirational Life
Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
EMILY DICKINSON

Goodness Pleasure Times
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
EMILY DICKINSON

Doors Majority Soul
Wonder is not precisely knowing.
EMILY DICKINSON

One Liner Wonder
There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
EMILY DICKINSON

Light Music Winter
Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.
EMILY DICKINSON

Darkness Deep Existence Forever Thinking
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
EMILY DICKINSON

Fade Light Poet
I’ll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been the sun!
EMILY DICKINSON

Myself Sun Time
Judge tenderly of me.
EMILY DICKINSON

Judgement Myself One Liner
I felt it shelter to speak to you.
EMILY DICKINSON

Comfortable Relationship Speak
Opinion is a flitting thing But Truth outlasts the Sun.
EMILY DICKINSON

Opinion Sun Truth
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that’s the genius behind poetry.
EMILY DICKINSON

Genius Light Poetry Word
Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.
EMILY DICKINSON

Beginning One Liner Sunrise
The Soul selects her own Society.
EMILY DICKINSON

Choice Herself Soul

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