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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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