“I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.”
― Emily Dickinson

“Truth is so rare, it is delightful to tell it.”
― Emily Dickinson

“How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And... more

“How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.”
― Emily Dickinson

“Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.”
― Emily Dickinson

“There is no Frigate like a book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry...”
― Emily Dickinson

“A word is dead when it's been said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.”
― 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... more

“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 one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!”
― Emily Dickinson

“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... more

“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, Selected Letters

“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”
― Emily Dickinson

The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain,
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will... more

The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain,
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The liberty to die

" Because I could not stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--
The Carriage held but just Ourselves--
and Immortality.[...]"

Reading this for Survey of American Lit I

The Heart asks Pleasure First. Guilty Pleasure and a frightful poem.

"Through the Dark Sod"

Through the Dark Sod — as Education –
The Lily passes sure –
Feels her white foot — no trepidation –
Her faith — no fear –

Afterward — in the... more

"Through the Dark Sod"

Through the Dark Sod — as Education –
The Lily passes sure –
Feels her white foot — no trepidation –
Her faith — no fear –

Afterward — in the Meadow –
Swinging her Beryl Bell –
The Mold-life — all forgotten — now –
In Ecstasy — and Dell –

~Emily Dickinson

Had to give her a proper review....

This picture scares the hell out of me, omg.