Emily Dickinson

Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson (Barnes & Noble Classics Series)

Sandra Radovanovićhas quotedlast year
PAIN has an element of blank;

It cannot recollect

When it began, or if there were

A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,

Its infinite realms contain

Its past, enlightened to perceive

New periods of pain
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted2 months ago
I never hear the word “escape”

Without a quicker blood,

A sudden expectation,

A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad

By soldiers battered down,

But I tug childish at my bars,—

Only to fail again
Dee Yanghas quoted4 months ago
That Love is all there is,

Is all we know of Love.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted4 months ago
I had no time to hate, because

The grave would hinder me,

And life was not so ample I

Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love; but since

Some industry must be,

The little toil of love, I thought,

Was large enough for me
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted5 months ago
PAIN has an element of blank;

It cannot recollect

When it began, or if there were

A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,

Its infinite realms contain

Its past, enlightened to perceive

New periods of pain.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted5 months ago
SOME things that fly there be,—

Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:

Of these no elegy.

Some things that stay there be,—

Grief, hills, eternity:

Nor this behoovet8 me.

There are, that resting, rise.

Can I expound the skies?

How still the riddle lies!
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted5 months ago
MUCH madness is divinest sense

To a discerning eye;

Much sense the starkest madness.

’T is the majority

In this, as all, prevails.

Assent, and you are sane;

Demur,—you’re straightway dangerous,

And handled with a chain.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted5 months ago
A wounded deer leaps highest,

I’ve heard the hunter tell;

’T is but the ecstasy of death,

And then the brake2 is still.

The smitten rock that gushes,

The trampled steel that springs:

A cheek is always redder

Just where the hectic3 stings!

Mirth is the mail of anguish,

In which it caution arm,

Lest anybody spy the blood

And “You’re hurt” exclaim!
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted5 months ago
VI

IF I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.
kravenhas quotedlast year
I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
kravenhas quotedlast year
A face devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face,
kravenhas quotedlast year
MY life closed twice before its close;
kravenhas quotedlast year
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
kravenhas quotedlast year
WHEN I hoped I feared,
Since I hoped I dared;
kravenhas quotedlast year
BEFORE I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
kravenhas quotedlast year
I’M nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
kravenhas quotedlast year
PAIN has an element of blank;
kravenhas quotedlast year
MUCH madness is divinest sense
kravenhas quotedlast year
THE heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
kravenhas quotedlast year
I shall not live in vain.
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