I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,โ The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.
Emily DickinsonSpeech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.
Emily DickinsonI know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
Emily DickinsonWe do not play on Gravesโ Because there isn't Roomโ Besidesโit isn't evenโit slants And People comeโ And put a Flower on itโ And hang their faces soโ We're fearing that their Hearts will dropโ And crush our pretty playโ And so we move as far As Enemiesโawayโ Just looking round to see how far It isโOccasionallyโ
Emily Dickinson