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I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see thee better for the years That hunch themselves between, The miner’s lamp sufficient be To nullify the mine. And

I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see thee better for the years That hunch themselves between, The miner’s lamp sufficient be To nullify the mine. And in the grave I see thee best— Its little panels be A-glow, all ruddy with the light I held so high for thee! What need of day to those whose dark Hath so surpassing sun, It seem it be continually At the meridian?

Emily Dickinson
Dark, Years, Light
Emily Dickinson (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.470, Harvard University Press

The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified.

Emily Dickinson
Artist, Spiders, Merit
Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.418, Harvard University Press

I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot my morning prayer or else it was irksome to me. One by one my old habits returned and I cared less for religion than ever.

Emily Dickinson
Christian, Morning, Prayer
Emily Dickinson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.27, Harvard University Press

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.

Emily Dickinson
Happiness, Eden, House
Emily Dickinson (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.1131, Harvard University Press

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.

Emily Dickinson
Missing, World, Too Much
Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.44, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-.

Emily Dickinson
Death, Fate, Doors
Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.1354, Harvard University Press

Nothing is the force that renovates the World.

Emily Dickinson
World, Force
Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.589, Harvard University Press

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.

Emily Dickinson
Sleep, Jewels, Wind
Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.141, First Avenue Editions

There is a Zone whose even Years No Solstice interrupt - Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon Whose perfect Seasons wait - Whose Summer set in Summer, till The Centuries of June And Centuries of August cease And Consciousness - is Noon.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Years, June
Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.421, Harvard University Press

Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.

Emily Dickinson
Time, Nature, Sometimes
Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.409, Harvard University Press

Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.

Emily Dickinson
Friendship, Thinking, Cups
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.2352, Delphi Classics

You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!

Emily Dickinson
Wind, Sea, Water
Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.104, Harvard University Press

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -

Emily Dickinson
Gun, Owners, Loaded
Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.318, Harvard University Press

He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.

Emily Dickinson
Dust, Poverty, Spirit
c.1883 Complete Poems, no.1587 (first published 1890).

They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."

Emily Dickinson
Morning, Father, Atheism
Emily Dickinson, James Reeves (1959). “Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.10, Heinemann

The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.

Emily Dickinson
Heart, Voice, Atheism

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity

Emily Dickinson
Morning, Grief, Heart
'The Bustle in a House' (c.1866)

One need not be a Chamber - to be Haunted - One need not be a House - The Brain - has Corridors - surpassing Material Place - Far safer, of a Midnight - meeting External Ghost - Than an Interior - Confronting - That cooler - Host. Far safer, through an Abbey - gallop - The Stones a'chase - Than Moonless - One's A'self encounter - In lonesome place - Ourself - behind ourself - Concealed - Should startle - most.

Emily Dickinson
Self, House, Brain
Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.184, Harvard University Press

... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.

Emily Dickinson
Letters
Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.279, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—

Emily Dickinson
Crush, Flower, Moving
Emily Dickinson (2006). “The World in a Frame”, p.80, Pomegranate

The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise AS in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size -- The Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself should see -- And perish from before itself For just a scrutiny -- The Horror not to be surveyed -- But skirted in the Dark -- With Consciousness suspended -- And Being under Lock -- I fear me this -- is Loneliness -- The Maker of the soul Its Caverns and its Corridors Illuminate -- or seal

Emily Dickinson
Loneliness, Dark, Soul
Emily Dickinson (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.588, Harvard University Press

The Truth never flaunted a sign.

Emily Dickinson
Atheism, Positive Atheism
Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.494, Harvard University Press

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.

Emily Dickinson
Brain, Mind, Splits
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1211, Delphi Classics

It was a quiet way - He asked if I was his - I made no answer of the tongue But answer of the eyes - And then He bore me on Before this mortal noise With swiftness, as of Chariots and distance, as of Wheels. This World did drop away As acres from the feet of one that leaneth from Balloon Upon an Ether Street. The Gulf behind was not, The Continents were new - Eternity was due. No Seasons were to us - It was not Night nor Morn - But Sunrise stopped upon the place And Fastened in Dawn.

Emily Dickinson
Distance, Eye, Night
Emily Dickinson (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.743, Harvard University Press

A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.

Emily Dickinson
Wish, Peers, Veils
Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.202, Harvard University Press

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