This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me.
EMILY DICKINSONThis is my letter to the world that never wrote to me.
EMILY DICKINSONTruth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
EMILY DICKINSONWhere thou art, that is home.
EMILY DICKINSONPHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that’s the genius behind poetry.
EMILY DICKINSONPeople need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
EMILY DICKINSONThe lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
EMILY DICKINSONThe Soul selects her own Society.
EMILY DICKINSONA wounded deer leaps the highest.
EMILY DICKINSONWe meet no Stranger, but Ourself.
EMILY DICKINSONBecause I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
EMILY DICKINSONOpinion is a flitting thing But Truth outlasts the Sun.
EMILY DICKINSONThe past is not a package one can lay away.
EMILY DICKINSONYou left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.
EMILY DICKINSONTo live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
EMILY DICKINSONIf I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
EMILY DICKINSONGood times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
EMILY DICKINSON