The gentian is a greedy flower, and overtakes us all. Indeed, this world is short, and I wish, until I tremble, to touch the ones I love before the hills are red — are gray — are white — are “born again”! If we knew how deep the crocus lay, we never should let her go.

~Emily Dickinson, letter #207 to Dr. and Mrs. J. G. Holland, Septemer 1859

I reason, Earth is short —
And Anguish — absolute —
And many hurt,
But, what of that?

I reason, we could die —
The best Vitality
Cannot excel Decay,
But, what of that?

I reason, that is Heaven —
Somehow, it will be even —
Some new Equation, given —
But, what of that?


~Emily Dickinson, #301 (1865)
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy…

~Emily Dickinson (via writesoul)
Dara Wier will be leading Dickinson-themed tarot readings at the amherstpoetfest on September 20. Loving these beautiful cards that the Emily Dickinson Museum twitter shared this morning!

Dara Wier will be leading Dickinson-themed tarot readings at the amherstpoetfest on September 20. Loving these beautiful cards that the Emily Dickinson Museum twitter shared this morning!

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

~Emily Dickinson

We dream — it is good we are dreaming —
It would hurt us — were we awake —
But since it is playing — kill us,
And we are playing — shriek —

What harm? Men die — externally —
It is a truth — of Blood —
But we — are dying in Drama —
And Drama — is never dead —

Cautious — We jar each other —
And either — open the eyes —
Lest the Phantasm — prove the Mistake —
And the livid Surprise —

Cool us to Shafts of Granite —
With just an Age — and Name —
And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian —
It’s prudenter — to dream —


~Emily Dickinson, #531 (1862)
Truth is such a rare thing it is delightful to tell it.

~Emily Dickinson to Thomas Wentworth Higginson
Touch lightly Nature’s sweet Guitar
Unless thou know’st the Tune
Or every Bird will point at thee
Because a Bard too soon —

~Emily Dickinson, #1389 (1876)
To break so vast a Heart
Required a Blow as vast —
No Zephyr felled this Cedar straight —
‘Twas undeserved Blast —

~Emily Dickinson, #1312 (1874)
The red leaves take the green leaves’ place, and the landscape yields. We go to sleep with the peach in our hands and wake with the stone, but the stone is the pledge of summers to come.

~Emily Dickinson, The Letters of Emily Dickinson (via litverve)
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