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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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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Soul, wilt thou toss again?” (Life, 3)

Posted on June 4, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ Soul, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all. Angels’ breathless ballot Lingers to record thee; Imps in eager caucus Raffle for my soul. ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Our share of night to bear” (Life, 2)

Posted on June 3, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

‌ Our share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way. Here a mist, and there a mist, Afterwards—day! … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Success is counted sweetest” (Life, 1)

Posted on June 2, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

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, … Continue reading →

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The Coffee Shop – Wilfred Owen: “Dulce et Decorum Est”

Posted on May 29, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

Wilfred Owen, one of the great poets of World War 1, was born in England in 1893. He enlisted in 1915, and was commissioned as a second lieutenant in the Manchester Regiment. By early 1917, he had undergone several traumatic … Continue reading →

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