Quotes from Emily Dickinson

Somebody flings a mattress out, — The children hurry by; They wonder if It died on that

The minister goes stiffly in As if the house were his, And he owned all the mourners now

There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul –

They shut me up in Prose – As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet – Because they liked me still – Still! Could themself have peeped – And seen my Brain – go round – They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason – in the Pound –

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.

It burned me in the night, It blistered in my dream;

Solo busco una vida que dejé, ¿sigue ahí todavía?

But – should the play Prove piercing earnest – Should the glee – glaze – In Death's – stiff – stare – Would not the fun Look too expensive! Would not the jest – Have crawled too far!

Saber que somos temporalmente eternos es reconfortante, aunque nada más sepamos.

I thought that storm was brief, — The maddest, quickest by; But Nature lost the date of this, And left it in the sky.

This was a Poet - It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings - And Attar so immense

Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.

Stands the sun so close and mighty That our minds are hot.

Oh, what an afternoon for heaven, When 'Brontë' entered there!

What liberty A loosened spirit brings!

Wenn Dein Mut sich Dir verweigert – geh' über Deinen Mut hinweg.

Tis not that Dying hurts us so— 'Tis Living—hurts us more— — Emily Dickinson, from "'Tis not that Dying hurts us so—," [335], The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown & Co.,1960)

435 Es la mucha Locura la mayor Sensatez- Para un Ojo sagaz- Mucha Sensatez-es Locura absoluta- Es la Mayoría En esto, como en Todo, prevalece- Asiente-y serás cuerdo- Disiente-y de inmediato serás el peligroso- Y te pondrán Cadenas-

Life is but life, and death but death! Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!

We meet no Stranger but Ourself.

And only the waves reply.

I GAINED it so, By climbing slow, By catching at the twigs that grow Between the bliss and me.

I am Nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too?

Bring me the sunset in a cup." ? Emily Dickinson