Tell all the truth but tell it slant.
Emily DickinsonMots clés poetry writing prose
Where Thou art - that - is Home.
Emily DickinsonLife is but Life! And Death, but Death!
Bliss is but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!
You think my gait 'spasmodic' - I am in danger - Sir - You think me 'uncontrolled' - I have no Tribunal.
Emily DickinsonTo shut your eyes is to travel.
Emily DickinsonMots clés travel
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
Emily DickinsonMots clés friendship letters immortality the-mind letter-writing
I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.
Emily DickinsonMots clés sisters
I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.
Mots clés life choice death hurt grief
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me.
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.
The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.
Mots clés fear poetry confidence bravery self
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