“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.”
~ Emily Dickinson
Some things that fly there be,—
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Of these no elegy.
Some things that stay there be,—
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this behooveth me.
There are, that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies!
Emily is said to have carried a pencil and scraps of paper in her pocket in order to always be prepared when a poem came her way.