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SUCCESS is counted sweetest By Emily Dickinson
Dec 2nd
SUCCESS is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph More >Because I could not stop for Death – by Emily Dickinson
Dec 2nd
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the More >
I went to heaven,– By Emily Dickinson
Dec 2nd
I went to heaven,– ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields At the full dew, Beautiful as pictures No man drew. People like the moth, Of mechlin, frames, Duties of gossamer, And eider names. Almost contented I could be ‘Mong such More >
I had no time to hate By Emily Dickinson
Dec 1st
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love, but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.
I died for beauty By Emily Dickinson
Dec 1st
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth,–the two are one; We brethren are,” he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night, More >
I’m Nobody! Who are you? by Emily Dickinson
Dec 1st
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! by Emily Dickinson
Dec 1st
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury!
Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!
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Heaven is what I cannot reach! by Emily Dickinson
Dec 1st
Heaven is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopelss hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
The color on the cruising cloud, The interdicted ground Behind the hill, the house behind, – There Paradise is found!
Going to him By Emily Dickinson
Dec 1st
“Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him– Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun out.
Tell him just how the fingers hurried Then how they waded, slow, slow, slow- And then you wished you had eyes in More >
Hope is the thing with feathers By Emily Dickinson
Dec 1st
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it More >