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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.

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“Your Riches Taught Me Poverty.” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

  Your riches taught me poverty.    Myself a millionnaire    In little wealths, — as girls could boast, —    Till broad as Buenos Ayre,     You drifted your dominions    A different Peru;    And…

September 20, 2019
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“Who Robbed The Woods,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Who robbed the woods,    The trusting woods?    The unsuspecting trees    Brought out their burrs and mosses    His fantasy to please.    He scanned their trinkets, curious,    He grasped, he bore away.    What will…

September 20, 2019
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“Who Robbed The Woods,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

   Who robbed the woods,    The trusting woods?    The unsuspecting trees    Brought out their burrs and mosses    His fantasy to please.    He scanned their trinkets, curious,    He grasped, he bore away.    What will…

September 20, 2019
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“Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

  Whether my bark went down at sea,    Whether she met with gales,    Whether to isles enchanted    She bent her docile sails;     By what mystic mooring    She is held to-day,…

September 20, 2019
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“Upon The Gallows Hung A Wretch,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Upon the gallows hung a wretch,    Too sullied for the hell    To which the law entitled him.    As nature’s curtain fell    The one who bore him tottered in,    For this…

September 20, 2019
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“Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Two swimmers wrestled on the spar    Until the morning sun,    When one turned smiling to the land.    O God, the other one!     The stray ships passing spied a…

September 20, 2019
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“To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

    To fight aloud is very brave,    But gallanter, I know,    Who charge within the bosom,    The cavalry of woe.     Who win, and nations do not see,    Who fall, and…

September 20, 2019
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“There’s A Certain Slant Of Light,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

There’s a certain slant of light,    On winter afternoons,    That oppresses, like the weight    Of cathedral tunes.     Heavenly hurt it gives us;    We can find no scar,    But internal difference    Where…

September 20, 2019
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“The Pedigree Of Honey” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

  The pedigree of honey    Does not concern the bee;    A clover, any time, to him    Is aristocracy.

September 20, 2019
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“The One That Could Repeat The Summer Day” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 The one that could repeat the summer day    Were greater than itself, though he    Minutest of mankind might be.    And who could reproduce the sun,    At period of going…

September 20, 2019

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