Category Emily Dickinson

Birthday of but a single pang That there are less to come – Afflictive is the Adjective But affluent the doom –

Bind me – I still can sing – Banish – my mandolin Strikes true within – Slay – and my Soul shall rise Chanting to Paradise – Still thine.

Between the form of Life and Life The difference is as big As Liquor at the Lip between And Liquor in the Jug The latter – excellent to keep – But for ecstatic need The corkless is superior – I…

Betrothed to Righteousness might be An Ecstasy discreet But Nature relishes the Pinks Which she was taught to eat –

Best Witchcraft is Geometry To the magician’s mind – His ordinary acts are feats To thinking of mankind –

Belshazzar had a Letter – He never had but one – Belshazzar’s Correspondent Concluded and begun In that immortal Copy The Conscience of us all Can read without it’s Glasses On Revelation’s Wall –

Behold this little Bane – The Boon of all alive – As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love – To lack of it is Woe – To own of it is Wound – Not elsewhere…

Bees are Black – with Gilt Surcingles – Buccaneers of Buzz – Ride abroad in ostentation And subsist on Fuzz – Fuzz ordained – not Fuzz contingent – Marrows of the Hill. Jugs – a Universe’s fracture Could not jar…

Because ’twas Riches I could own, Myself had earned it – Me, I knew the Dollars by their names – It feels like Poverty An Earldom out of sight to hold, An Income in the Air, Possession – has a…

Because that you are going And never coming back And I, however accurate, May overlook your Track – Because that Death is final, However first it be, This instant be suspended Above Mortality – Significance that each has lived The…