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A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

Emily Dickinson
Kings, Spring, Insanity
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1613, Delphi Classics

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

Emily Dickinson
Spring, Food, Animal
"The pedigree of honey" l.1 (ca. 1884)

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

Emily Dickinson
Spring, Flower, Spring Flowers
Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.135, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

A light exists in Spring Not present in the year at any other period When March is scarcely here.

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

A little madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown, Who ponders this tremendous scene-- This whole experiment in green, As if it were his own!

Emily Dickinson
Nature, Kings, Spring
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1613, Delphi Classics

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

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

Emily Dickinson
Morning, Spring, Would Be
Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.146, First Avenue Editions

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

Emily Dickinson
Spring, Firsts, Wealth
Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.346, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide, But during March and April None stir abroad Without a cordial interview With God.

Emily Dickinson
Spring, Interviews, April
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1117, Delphi Classics

March is the month of expectation, The things we do not know, The Persons of Prognostication Are coming now. We try to sham becoming firmness, But pompous joy Betrays us, as his first betrothal Betrays a boy.

Emily Dickinson
Spring, Boys, Expectations
Emily Dickinson (1915). “The Single Hound: Poems of a Lifetime”

A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim.

Emily Dickinson
Hurt, Spring, Rocks
Emily Dickinson (1994). “The Works of Emily Dickinson”, p.5, Wordsworth Editions

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Sweet, Spring

Spring is the Period Express from God.

Emily Dickinson
Spring, Periods
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1117, Delphi Classics

An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the lawn; A print of a vermilion foot; A purple finger on the slope; A flippant fly upon the pane; A spider at his trade again; An added strut in chanticleer; A flower expected everywhere.

Emily Dickinson
Spring, Flower, Twilight
Emily Dickinson (1994). “The Works of Emily Dickinson”, p.114, Wordsworth Editions

I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing - The spring decoys. And as the summer nears - And as the Rose appears, Robin is gone. Yet do I not repine Knowing that Bird of mine Though flown - Learneth beyond the sea Melody new for me And will return.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Spring, Sea
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.244, Delphi Classics

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