Archives for Dickinson, Emily
In a Library by Emily Dickinson
In a Library
by Emily Dickinson
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,
His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our ...
XXVI by Emily Dickinson
XXVI.
The farthest thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the sky,
And rumbles still, though torrid noons
Have lain their missiles by.
The lightning that preceded it
Struck no one but myself,
But ...
The Only Ghost I Ever Saw by Emily Dickinson
The Only Ghost I Ever Saw
by Emily Dickinson
The only ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in mechlin, — so;
He wore no sandal on his foot,
And stepped like flakes of snow.
His gait ...
XI.by Emily Dickinson
XI.
by Emily Dickinson
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 ...
X. Emily Dickinson
X.
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
'For beauty,' I replied.
'And I for ...
Success by Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
There’s a certain slant of light by Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
XXVII–Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson was born December 10, 1830. Less than a dozen of her 1800 poems were published while she was alive.