To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lieโ True Poems fleeโ
Emily DickinsonApparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- The blonde Assassin passes on -- The Sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another Day For an Approving God.
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 DickinsonIt might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - Iโm so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the Dark - And crowd the little Room - Too scant - by Cubits - to contain The Sacrament - of Him - I am not used to Hope - It might intrude upon - Its sweet parade - blaspheme the place - Ordained to Suffering - It might be easier To fail - with Land in Sight - Than gain - My Blue Peninsula - To perish - of Delight -
Emily Dickinson