Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
Tag: humor possession poetry-quotes-love
When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is 'acquainted with Grief', we listen, for that also is an Acquaintance of our own.
Emily DickinsonTag: christianity god religion sorrow jesus grief
Fame is a bee.
It has a song -
It has a sting -
Ah, too, it has a wing.
Tag: fame
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Emily DickinsonDrowning is not so pitiful as the attempt to rise.
Emily DickinsonA 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 own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind.
The literature of old;
What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty,
And Sophocles a man;
When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Facts, centuries before,
He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true:
He lived where dreams were born.
His presence is enchantment,
You beg him not to go;
Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize just so.
We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang
To keep the dark away.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily DickinsonTag: poetry
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
Emily DickinsonThe spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise.
Tag: emily-dickinson i-dwell-in-possibility
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