I had been hungry all the years- My noon had come, to dine- I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. 'Twas this on tables I had seen When turning, hungry, lone, I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread, 'Twas so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature's diningroom. The plenty hurt me, 'twas so new,-- Myself felt ill and odd, As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road. Nor was I hungry; so I found That hunger was a way Of persons outside windows, The entering takes away.
Emily DickinsonThis is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---
Emily DickinsonThe Heart is the Capital of the Mindโ The Mind is a single Stateโ The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continentโ Oneโis the Populationโ Numerous enoughโ This ecstatic Nation Seekโit is Yourself.
Emily DickinsonIt was a quiet way - He asked if I was his - I made no answer of the tongue But answer of the eyes - And then He bore me on Before this mortal noise With swiftness, as of Chariots and distance, as of Wheels. This World did drop away As acres from the feet of one that leaneth from Balloon Upon an Ether Street. The Gulf behind was not, The Continents were new - Eternity was due. No Seasons were to us - It was not Night nor Morn - But Sunrise stopped upon the place And Fastened in Dawn.
Emily DickinsonWhen a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.
Emily DickinsonWe dream โ it is good we are dreaming โ It would hurt us โ were we awake โ But since it is playing โ kill us, And we are playing โ shriek โ What harm? Men die โ externally โ It is a truth โ of Blood โ But we โ are dying in Drama โ And Drama โ is never dead โ Cautious โ We jar each other โ And either โ open the eyes โ Lest the Phantasm โ prove the Mistake โ And the livid Surprise Cool us to Shafts of Granite โ With just an Age โ and Name โ And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian โ It's prudenter โ to dream โ
Emily Dickinson