My Garden—like the Beach
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My Garden—like the Beach—
Denotes there be—a Sea—
That's Summer—
Such as These—the Pearls
She fetches—such as Me
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Noon—is the Hinge of Day
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Noon—is the Hinge of Day—
Evening—the Tissue Door—
Morning—the East compelling the sill
Till all the World is ajar—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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That Distance was between Us
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That Distance was between Us
That is not of Mile or Main—
The Will it is that situates—
Equator—never can—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
Without the words,
and never stops at all.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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Embarrassment of one another
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Embarrassment of one another
And God
Is Revelation's limit,
Aloud
Is nothing that is chief,
But still,
Divinity dwells under a seal.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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With thee, in the Desert
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With thee, in the Desert—
With thee in the thirst—
With thee in the Tamarind wood—
Leopard breathes—at last!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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They have a little Odor—that to me
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They have a little Odor—that to me
Is metre—nay—'tis melody—
And spiciest at fading—indicate—
A Habit—of a Laureate—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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An antiquated Grace
An antiquated Grace
Becomes that cherished Face
As well as prime
Enjoining us to part
We and our pouting Heart
Good friends with time
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the startled grass
That darkness is about to pass.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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