emily dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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“Speech”—is a prank of Parliament—

“Speech”—is a prank of Parliament—
“Tears”—is a trick of the nerve—
But the Heart with the heaviest freight on—
Doesn’t—always—move—

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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“I held a Jewel in My Fingers”

 I held a Jewel in my fingers

And went to sleep

The day was warm, and winds were prosy

I said “Twill keep”

 I woke and chid my honest fingers,

The Gem was gone

And now, an Amethyst remembrance

Is all I own

 Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me,

I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off,

I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”

– Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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“Hope” Is The Thing With Feathers”

“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 Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickinson