I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
EMILY DICKINSONI am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
EMILY DICKINSONThe lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.
EMILY DICKINSONI am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?
EMILY DICKINSONHope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.
EMILY DICKINSONThe soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
EMILY DICKINSONA wounded deer leaps the highest.
EMILY DICKINSONTo make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
EMILY DICKINSONThe past is not a package one can lay away.
EMILY DICKINSONNot knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
EMILY DICKINSONThe sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can.
EMILY DICKINSONThey might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
EMILY DICKINSONThe poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
EMILY DICKINSONWonder is not precisely knowing.
EMILY DICKINSONDoes 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 DICKINSONThe Soul selects her own Society.
EMILY DICKINSONJudge tenderly of me.
EMILY DICKINSON