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A wounded deer leaps the highest.
The brain is wider than the sky.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Tell all the truth but tell it slant.
To see the Summer SkyIs Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—True Poems flee—
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
The mere sense of living is joy enough.
Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.
I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care
The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.
Not knowing when the dawn will comeI open every door.
And I, could I stand byAnd see you freeze, Without my right of frost, Death's privilege?
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
To be alive──is Power.
To make a prairie it takes clover and one bee one clover and a bee and revery The revery alone will do if bees are few.
Glee! The great storm is over!
Hunger is a wayOf standing outside windowsThe entering takes away.
To lose what we never owned might seem an eccentric Bereavement but Presumption has its Affliction as actually as Claim --
The past is not a package one can lay away.
Parting is all we know of Heaven, and all we need of Hell.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.
To shut your eyes is to travel.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery.The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Not “Revelation” – tis – that waitsBut our unfurnished eyes –
There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
This is my letter to the worldThat never wrote to me
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one life the aching Or cool one pain Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again I shall not live in vain.
The hearts that never lean must fall.
He disposes Doom who hath suffered him.
Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies...
Consciousness is the only home of which we know.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Truth is such a rare thing it is delightful to tell it,
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
'Hope' is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without words And never stops - at all.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—As if my Brain had split—I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—But could not make it fit.
Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye....