Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night
Emily DickinsonIf I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?
Emily DickinsonI miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.
Emily Dickinson