Emily Dickinson
Poetry
Sayings by Emily Dickinson
Remorse – is Memory awake – Her Parties all astir – A presence of Departed Acts At window and at Door –
The Sun went down – He drew the Day Like a Head scarf back – And left the West in Crimsons wrapped –
The only Ghost I ever saw Was an old fashioned one – Dressed in the air – of a long time Ago – and of a love –
The Spider holds a Silver Ball In honor of the Dew – The Gnat's enamored of the Stone – And dances in the Air –
Dying is a wild Night and a New Road.
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun – In Corners – till a Day The Owner passed – identified – And carried Me away –
The first Day's Night had come – And grateful for the Lawn The trees that made an Avenue And Work – put up – till Dawn –
The Tint I cannot take – is best – The Color I can own – Is poorest – Doubtless I am still Too near the Sun –
The only Port I ever knew Is that which leads to Thee – The only Land I ever saw Is in Thy Memory –
To hang our head – ostensibly – And hide our Eyes – and weep – Is but a Ruse – to make our Pain The more acute – and deep –
The Wind – tapped like a tired Man – And like a Host – 'Come in' I boldly answered – entered then – My Residence within –
The grave and I, we mutually, As long as under ground, Shall make a compact, solemnly, To be forever bound.
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors –
The Zeroes – taught us – Phosphorus – We learned by their Delay – The Moon – and Sun – our lesson gave – Of Caverned Yesterday –
To be alive – is Power – Existence – in itself – Without a further Function – Omnipotence – Enough –
The only Balm for Woe Is Labor – and the Balm for Labor – Woe –
The Mind lives on the Heart – as on a Page – The Heart lives on the Mind – as on a Book –
The one thing that can't be taken from us is our freedom to choose how we will react to whatever we are given.
To make a Prairie it takes a Clover and one Bee, And Revery. The Revery alone will do, If Bees are few.
I tie my Hat – I crease my Shawl – Life's little duties, now, as then –