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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Read, sweet, how others strove” (Life, 18)
“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~ Emily Dickinson ____________________________________ Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they … Continue reading
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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “When night is almost done” (Life, 17)
“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~ Emily Dickinson ____________________________________ When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth … Continue reading
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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “To fight aloud is very brave” (Life, 16)
“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~ Emily Dickinson ____________________________________ To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe. Who win, … Continue reading
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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “I know some lonely houses off the road” (Life, 15)
“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~ Emily Dickinson ____________________________________ I know some lonely houses off the road A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low, … Continue reading
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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Some things that fly there be” (Life, 14)
“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, … Continue reading
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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “The soul selects her own society” (Life, 13)
“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)
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)
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)
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
Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “The heart asks pleasure first” (Life, 9)
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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