Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Emily DickinsonFame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Emily DickinsonWhenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
Emily DickinsonHow strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Emily DickinsonAMPLE make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.
Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise’ yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.
I felt it shelter to speak to you.
Emily DickinsonThe possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
Emily DickinsonTag: imagination possibility
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
Supporting what We see
Unto the Scene that We do not—
Too slender for the eye
It bears the Soul as bold
As it were rocked in Steel
With Arms of Steel at either side—
It joins—behind the Veil
To what, could We presume
The Bridge would cease to be
To Our far, vacillating Feet
A first Necessity.
Tag: faith
Experiment escorts us last-
His pungent company
will not allow an axiom
An opportunity
I had been hungry all the years-
My noon had come, to dine-
I, trembling, drew the table near
And touched the curious wine.
'Twas this on tables I had seen
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.
I did not know the ample bread,
'Twas so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature's diningroom.
The plenty hurt me, 'twas so new,--
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.
Tag: poetry
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