Purple — is fashionable twice — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Purple -- is fashionable twice -- This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an ...
Purple -- is fashionable twice -- This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an ...
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid -- As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of ...
It is easy to work when the soul is at play -- But when the soul is in pain -- ...
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belonged ...
I have a King, who does not speak -- So -- wondering -- thro' the hours meek I trudge the ...
God is a distant -- stately Lover -- Woos, as He states us -- by His Son -- Verily, a ...
Garland for Queens, may be -- Laurels -- for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah -- but remembering me ...
A single Screw of Flesh Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side ...
"And with what body do they come?" -- Then they do come -- Rejoice! What Door -- What Hour -- ...
Of all the Souls that stand create -- I have elected -- One -- When Sense from Spirit -- files ...
Departed -- to the Judgment -- A Mighty Afternoon -- Great Clouds -- like Ushers -- learning -- Creation -- ...
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom ...
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date ...
There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing ...
Could live -- did live -- Could die -- did die -- Could smile upon the whole Through faith in ...
Crumbling is not an instant's Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation's processes Are organized Decays. 'Tis first a Cobweb on the ...
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not -- Too slender ...
This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond -- Invisible, as Music -- But positive, as Sound -- It ...
There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man -- It hurls its barbed syllables And ...
There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death, but these Society shall be Compared ...
If I should die, And you should live -- And time should gurgle on -- And morn should beam -- ...
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -- That perches in the soul -- And sings the tune without the words ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
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