Emily Dickinson Quotes

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid — As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. The Complete Poems, no. 894 (1955).
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If only Centuries, delayed, I'd count them on my Hand,
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. If you were coming in the Fall (l. 9-10). . . The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Thomas H. Johnson, ed. (1960) Little, Brown.
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. The Complete Poems, no. 632 (1955).
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If certain, when this life was out— That your's and mine, should be— I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind, And take Eternity—
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. If you were coming in the Fall (l. 13-16). . . The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Thomas H. Johnson, ed. (1960) Little, Brown.
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And then—a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face— Until it blocked my eyes—
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. The first Day's Night had come (l. 9-12). CP-Di. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Thomas H. Johnson, ed. (1960) Little, Brown.
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I heard a Fly buzz—when I died—
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. I heard a Fly buzz—when I died (l. 1). CP-Di. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Thomas H. Johnson, ed. (1960) Little, Brown.
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The first Day's Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. The first Day's Night had come (l. 1-4). CP-Di. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Thomas H. Johnson, ed. (1960) Little, Brown.
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—and then it was There interposed a Fly— With Blue—uncertain stumbling Buzz— Between the light—and me— And then the Windows failed—and then I could not see to see—
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. m.. I heard a Fly buzz—when I died (l. 12-16). CP-Di. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Thomas H. Johnson, ed. (1960) Little, Brown.
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The privilege to die—
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. The Heart asks Pleasure—first (l. 8). CP-Di. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Thomas H. Johnson, ed. (1960) Little, Brown.
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There's plunder—where? Tankard, or spoon, Earring, or stone, A watch, some ancient brooch To match the grandmamma, Staid sleeping there.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. I know some lonely houses off the road (l. 25-30). CP-Di. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Thomas H. Johnson, ed. (1960) Little, Brown.
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