Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
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The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality read more
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these
