If the Foolish, Call Them “Flowers” by Emily Dickinson 168 If the foolish, call them “flowers Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc by Emily Dickinson 798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
A Solemn Thing Within the Soul by Emily Dickinson 483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
The Black Berry’wears a Thorn in His Side by Emily Dickinson The Black Berry’—wears a Thorn i But no Man heard Him cry’— He offers His Berry, just the sam To Partridge’—and to Boy’— He sometimes holds upon the Fence
If Anybody’s Friend Be Dead by Emily Dickinson 509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive At such and such a time—
Pain by Emily Dickinson Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
And with what body do they come by Emily Dickinson ‘And with what body do they come?’ Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E
All the Letters I Can Write by Emily Dickinson 334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
Mine enemy is growing old by Emily Dickinson MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
