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Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

Emily Dickinson
Love, Women, Men
Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.628, Harvard University Press

Death is a supple suitor, that wins at last. It is a stealthy wooing; conducted first by pallid innuendos and dim approach, but brave at last with bugles.

Emily Dickinson
Death, Winning, Brave

A Letter is a Joy of Earth - It is denied the Gods

Emily Dickinson
Joy, Earth, Letters
Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.807, Harvard University Press

To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.

Emily Dickinson
Fighting, Bravery, Sorrow
c.1859 Complete Poems, no.126 (first published 1890).

Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.

Emily Dickinson
Anger, Emotion, Fats
Emily Dickinson (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.1041, Harvard University Press

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.

Emily Dickinson
Pain, Memories, Steps
Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi, Alfred Leete Hampson (1929). “Further poems of Emily Dickinson: withheld from publication by her sister Lavinia”

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

Emily Dickinson
Hurt, Trying, Wonder
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.176, Delphi Classics

The Past is such a curious Creature To look her in the Face A Transport may receipt us Or a Disgrace-.

Emily Dickinson
Past, Looks, May
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1482, Delphi Classics

The friend anguish reveals is the slowest forgot.

Emily Dickinson
Friends, Anguish
Emily Dickinson, Mabel Loomis Todd (2003). “Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.299, Courier Corporation

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay - A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament.

Emily Dickinson
Spring, Loss, Color
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1084, Delphi Classics

How lucious lies the pea within the pod.

Emily Dickinson
Lying, Peas

The only secret people keep is immortality.

Emily Dickinson
People, Secret, Immortality
Emily Dickinson (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.1174, Harvard University Press

A color stands abroad on solitary hills that silence cannot overtake, but human nature feels.

Emily Dickinson
Color, Silence, Hills

How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked!

Emily Dickinson
Feelings, Pockets, Safe
Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.167, Harvard University Press

Suspense-is Hostiler than Death-Death- tho soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increase- Suspense-does not conclude-.

Emily Dickinson
Insecurity, Doe, Suspense
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.976, Delphi Classics

I dwell in Possibility A fairer house than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior — for Doors.

Emily Dickinson
Doors, House, Window
"I dwell in possibility" l. 1 (ca. 1862)

What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot- The opening of a Door.

Emily Dickinson
Doors, Feet, Soul
'Elysium is as far as to' (c.1882)

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.

Emily Dickinson
Thinking, Thank God, Needs
Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.299, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

Prayer is the little implement through which men reach; where presence is denied them.

Emily Dickinson
Prayer, Men, Littles
Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.276, Harvard University Press

Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?

Emily Dickinson
Morning, Angel, Flying
Emily Dickinson, Cristanne Miller (2016). “Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them”, p.54, Harvard University Press

You remember my ideal cat has always a huge rat in its mouth, just going out of sight - though going out of sight in itself has a peculiar pleasure.

Emily Dickinson
Cat, Sight, Justice
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.2343, Delphi Classics

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Air, Blue
"I taste a liquor never brewed" l. 5 (ca. 1861)

This is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me, the simple news that nature told, with tender majesty. Her message is committed, to hands I cannot see; for love of her, sweet countrymen, judge tenderly of me.

Emily Dickinson
Sweet, Nature, Simple
In R. N. Linscott (ed.) 'Selected Letters and Poems of Emily Dickinson' (1959)

How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife! stop there!

Emily Dickinson
Life, Girl, Kindness
EMILY DICKINSON (2008). “Poems (EasyRead Comfort Edition)”, p.31, ReadHowYouWant.com

I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way

Emily Dickinson
Way, Caution, Cautious
Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.369, Harvard University Press

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