111 Quotes by Emily Dickinson about Poetry
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Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions— It quivers from the Forge Without a color, but the LightOf unannointed Blaze— Least Village, boasts it’s Blacksmith— Whose Anvil’s even ringStands symbol for the finer Forge That soundless tugs—within— Refining these impatient Ores With Hammer, and with Blaze Until the designated Light Repudiate the Forge—
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A Death blow is a Life blow to SomeWho till they died, did not alive become —Who had they lived, had died but whenThey died, Vitality begun.
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Perhaps I asked too large —I take — no less than skies —For Earths, grow thick asBerries, in my native town —My Basket holds — just — Firmaments —Those — dangle easy — on my arm,But smaller bundles — Cram.
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Heart, we will forget him!You and I, to-night!You may forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light.When you have done, pray tell me,That I my thoughts may dim;Haste! lest while you’re lagging,I may remember him!
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Who counts the wampum of the night to see that none is due?
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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.
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In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound
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I had a daily bliss I half indifferent viewed, Till sudden I perceived it stir,— It grew as I pursued, Till when, around a crag, It wasted from my sight, Enlarged beyond my utmost scope, I learned its sweetness right.
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There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes-Heavenly Hurt, it gives us-We can find no scar,But internal difference,Where the Meanings, are-None may teach-Any-'Tis the Seal Despair-An imperial afflictionSent us of the air-When it comes, the Landscape listens-Shadows-hold their breath-When it goes.'tis like the DistanceOn the look of Death-
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