Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.
Emily DickinsonWho has not found the heaven below
Will fail of it above.
God's residence is next to min,
His furniture is love.
Mots clés life inspirational
Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea
Past the houses, past the headlands
Into deep eternity!
Bred as we, among the mountains
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?
This is the Hour of Lead –
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –
Mots clés poetry
To see her is a picture—
To hear her is a tune—
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June—
To know her not—Affliction—
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.
Mots clés friendship innocence love poem affection girl adoration warmth
How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?
Emily DickinsonLife is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
Emily DickinsonMuch Madness Is Divinest Sense
Much Madness is divinest Sense —
To a discerning Eye —
Much Sense — the starkest Madness —
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail —
Assent — and you are sane —
Demur — you're straightway dangerous —
And handled with a Chain —
Mots clés poetry madness sanity conformity
I took my Power in my Hand --
And went against the World --
'Twas not so much as David -- had --
But I -- was twice as bold --
I aimed by Pebble -- but Myself
Was all the one that fell --
Was it Goliath -- was too large --
Or was myself -- too small?
Till I loved I never lived.
Emily DickinsonMots clés love
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