Category Emily Dickinson

Such are the inlets of the mind – His outlets – would you see Ascend with me the eminence Of Immortality –

Still own thee – still thou art What Surgeons call alive – Though slipping – slipping – I perceive To thy reportless Grave – Which question shall I clutch – What answer wrest from thee Before thou dost exude away…

Step lightly on this narrow spot – The broadest Land that grows Is not so ample as the Breast These Emerald Seams enclose. Step lofty, for this name be told As far as Cannon dwell Or Flag subsist or Fame…

Spurn the temerity – Rashness of Calvary – Gay were Gethsemane Knew we of thee –

Spring comes on the World – I sight the Aprils – Hueless to me, until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative, Touched to Conditions By a Hum –

Speech is one symptom of affection And Silence one – The perfectest communication Is heard of none Exists and it’s indorsement Is had within – Behold said the Apostle Yet had not seen!

Soul, take thy risk. With Death to be Were better than be not With thee

Somewhere opon the general Earth Itself exist Today – The Magic passive but extant That consecrated me – Indifferent Seasons doubtless play Where I for right to be – Would pay each Atom that I am But Immortality – Reserving…

Somewhat, to hope for, Be it ne’er so far Is Capital against Despair – Somewhat, to suffer, Be it ne’er so keen – If terminable, may be borne.

Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the soul Scarcer once with the might Few – love at all