Category Archives: Emily Dickinson

Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “The soul selects her own society” (Life, 13)

Posted on June 14, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ ‌ ‌ “Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~ Emily Dickinson ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “I asked no other thing” (Life, 12)

Posted on June 13, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

I asked no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled. Brazil? He twirled a button, Without a glance my way: “But, madam, is there nothing else That we can show to-day?” ____________________________________ … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Much madness is divinest sense” (Life, 11)

Posted on June 12, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ ‌ ‌ Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain. … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is” (Life, 10)

Posted on June 11, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

A 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 … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “The heart asks pleasure first” (Life, 9)

Posted on June 10, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ ‌ The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; ‌ ‌And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “A wounded deer leaps highest” (Life, 8)

Posted on June 9, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs: A cheek is always redder Just … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Within my reach!” (Life, 7)

Posted on June 8, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ ‌ Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “If I can stop one heart from breaking” (Life, 6)

Posted on June 7, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ ‌ If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Glee! the great storm is over!” (Life, 5)

Posted on June 6, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

Glee! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation! Toll, for the bonnie souls,— Neighbor and friend and bridegroom, Spinning upon the shoals! How they … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “’T is so much joy!” (Life, 4)

Posted on June 5, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

’T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so This side the victory! Life is but … Continue reading →

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