Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
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
"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- .
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
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His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
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
