My 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 DickinsonHeart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
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