Para viajar lejos, no hay mejor nave que un libro.
Emily DickinsonInebriate of Air — am I —
And Debauchee of Dew —
Reeling — thro endless summer days —
From Inns of Molten Blue —
Lest Love should value less
What loss would value more,
Had it the stricken privilege ---
It cherishes before.
Art is a house that tries to be haunted.
Emily DickinsonTags: positive
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!
Tags: words books poetry literature
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
Tags: love
She dealt her pretty words like Blades --
How glittering they shone --
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone --
She never deemed -- she hurt --
That -- is not Steel's Affair --
A vulgar grimace in the Flesh --
How ill the Creatures bear --
To Ache is human -- not polite --
The Film upon the eye
Mortality's old Custom --
Just locking up -- to Die.
Tags: poetry
Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.
Emily DickinsonThey say that God is everywhere and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse.
Emily DickinsonMy life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
Tags: life death immortality
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