Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never read more
"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all- .
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons--
That oppresses, like the Heft
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There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons--
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes--
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.