PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.
Emily DickinsonMy friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him.
Emily DickinsonFaithโis the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do notโ Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either sideโ It joinsโbehind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.
Emily Dickinson