Quotes from Emily Dickinson

Oh the Earth was made for lovers

Are nothing to the bee; His separation from his rose To him seems misery.

I never saw a Moor - I never saw the Sea - Yet know I how the Heather looks And what a Billow be. I never spoke with God Nor visited in Heaven - Yet certain am I of the spot As if the Checks were given -

Dwell in possibility

The wind does, working like a hand Whose fingers brush the sky

And birds take places overhead, To bear them orchestra

Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

T was such a greedy, greedy wave That licked it from the coast;

And the snows come hurrying from the hills

These are the days when skies put on The old, old sophistries of June, — A blue and gold mistake. Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee

bright crowds of flowers

The heaven we chase

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. Heavenly hurt it gives us;

How dreary—to be—Somebody!

Shadows hold their breath;

Sarei forse più sola senza la mia solitudine. Sono abituata al mio destino.

XVIII: THE SHOW. The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play — Both went to see.

Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee

XXI. A BOOK. He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!

Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. 'T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur, — you're straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain.

punctual as a star

Counts his nectars — enters, And is lost in balms!

Me perdí cuando ya estaba salvada. Sentí que el mundo me dejaba atrás. Y ceñidos los lomos, al borde mismo de la Eternidad

The night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single star, That often as a cloud it met Blew out itself for fear. The wind pursued the little bush