Quotes from Emily Dickinson

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.

Noi che abbiamo l'Anima moriamo piú spesso

Forbidden fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks ; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks !

My Life had stood-- a Loaded Gun

Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they bore The faithful witness, Till we are helped, As if a kingdom cared! Read then of faith That shone above the fagot; Clear strains of hymn The river could not drown; Brave names of men And celestial women, Passed out of record Into renown!

Forever - is composed of Nows - 'Tis not a different time - Except for Infiniteness - And Latitude of Home - From this - experienced Here - Remove the Dates - to These - Let Months dissolve in further Months - And Years - exhale in Years -

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 its glasses On revelation's wall.

Part Five: The Single Hound XVIII THERE is another Loneliness That many die without, Not want or friend occasions it, Or circumstances or lot. But nature sometimes, sometimes thought, 5 And whoso it befall Is richer than could be divulged By mortal numeral.

The past is such a curious creature, To look her in the face A transport may reward us, Or a disgrace. Unarmed if any meet her, I charge them, fly ! Her rusty ammunition Might yet reply !

I took one Draught of Life— I'll tell you what I paid— Precisely an existence— The market price, they said.

I will show you the sunset if you will sit by me, but I cannot bring it there, for so much gold is heavy.

Death is a dialogue between the spirit and the dust

Come slowly, Eden! Lips unused to thee, Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee, Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums, Counts his nectars—enters, And is lost in balms!

We cherish all the past, we glide a-down the present, awake yet dreaming; but the future of ours together—there the bird sings loudest, and the sun shines always there...

Part Four: Time and Eternity CXIV I SING to use the waiting, My bonnet but to tie, And shut the door unto my house; No more to do have I, Till, his best step approaching, 5 We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away.

So bashful when I spied her! So pretty ? so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find ? So breathless till I passed her ? So helpless when I turned And bore her struggling, blushing, Her simple haunts beyond! For whom I robbed the Dingle ? For whom betrayed the Dell ? Many, will doubtless ask me, But I shall never tell!

The Hills erect their purple heads, The Rivers lean to see— Yet Man has not, of all the throng, A curiosity.

Our summer made her light escape into the beautiful.

If your never deny you, go above your nerve.

La speranza è la pennuta creatura Che si posa nell'anima E canta melodia senza parole E non smette mai, proprio mai

And through a Riddle, at the last-- Sagacity, must go--

The thought is quiet as a flake, —

XXX. Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!

Impossibility, like wine Exhilarates the man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavoreless.