Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat.
Emily DickinsonHow 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 DickinsonHere is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!
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