Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself Upon his rare approach -- Go rapid, lest Competing Death Prevail upon the ...
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself Upon his rare approach -- Go rapid, lest Competing Death Prevail upon the ...
Again -- his voice is at the door -- I feel the old Degree -- I hear him ask the ...
Perception of an object costs Precise the Object's loss -- Perception in itself a Gain Replying to its Price -- ...
It feels a shame to be Alive -- When Men so brave -- are dead -- One envies the Distinguished ...
Publication -- is the Auction Of the Mind of Man -- Poverty -- be justifying For so foul a thing ...
Is there anything which isn't made in China? The answer is. of course there is, the question was rhetorical, a ...
Will they be there for you when you die? Will they hold your hands and cry until you've breathed your ...
Do I really love you? So let me guess, you'll think I'm easy prey if I say, okay I do ...
What is it with Hezbollah representing barely 15% of the Lebanese Parliament living outside the government immersed in an undeclared ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
You may have heard a dumb-ass claim that Katrina, a hurricane, is to blame for current stress upon our fiscal ...
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of ...
To J.S.M. The wine they drink in Paradise They make in Haute Lorraine; God brought it burning from the sod ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every flower springs to life at once, but joy ...
The opposite seeks the opposite and the drop of black grows within white until turning white into black and conversely ...
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
Music I love - but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can ...
In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I waked was with thund'ring noise ...
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was with thund'ring noise ...
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