MsEmilyD
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Weariness of Him, were quainter Than Monotony Knew a Particle - of Space's Vast Society -
about 3 hours ago
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Presence - is His furthest license - Neither He to Me Nor Myself to Him - by Accent - Forfeit Probity -
about 17 hours ago
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Neither Place - need I present Him - Fitter Courtesy Hospitable intuition Of His Company -
about 21 hours ago
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Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend - He doth not attest by Posture - Nor Confirm - by Word -
7:09 AM Nov 24th
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The General Rose - decay - But this - in Lady's Drawer Make Summer - When the Lady lie In Ceaseless Rosemary -
11:02 AM Nov 23rd
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Essential Oils - are wrung - The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Suns - alone - It is the gift of Screws -
7:00 AM Nov 23rd
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How red the Fire rocks below - How insecure the sod Did I disclose Would populate with awe my solitude.
2:15 PM Nov 22nd
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It - may jolt the Hand That adjusts the Hair That secures Eternity From presenting - Here -
11:01 AM Nov 22nd
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Let an instant push Or an Atom press or a Circle hesitate In Circumference
7:03 AM Nov 22nd
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To suspend the Breath Is the most we can Ignorant is it Life or Death Nicely balancing.
2:01 PM Nov 21st
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Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
9:21 AM Nov 21st
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We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer - Till it an Antique fashion shows - Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
1:05 PM Nov 20th
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Just to be Rich - to waste my Guineas On so Best a Heart - Just to be Poor - for Barefoot Vision You - Sweet - Shut me out -
8:15 AM Nov 20th
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Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings - Blame the little Hand Happy it be for You - a Beggar's - Seeking More - to spend -
1:15 PM Nov 19th
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Sweet - You forgot - but I remembered Every time - for Two - So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You -
7:10 AM Nov 19th
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That cooled the Forehead of the Hill - While Other - went the Sea to fill - And Other - went to turn the Mill - I'll do thy Will -
11:14 AM Nov 18th
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The lady with the Amulet - will fade - The Bee - in Mausoleum laid - Discard his Bride - But longer than the little Rill -
8:02 AM Nov 18th
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Deny! Did Rose her Bee - For Privilege of Play Or Wile of Butterfly Or Opportunity - Her Lord away?
1:13 PM Nov 17th
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Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
9:11 AM Nov 17th
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As if I asked the Orient Had it for me a Morn - And it should lift its purple Dikes, And shatter me with Dawn!
1:31 PM Nov 16th
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- Name Emily Dickinson
- Location Amherst, Mass.
- Web http://en.wikiped...
- Bio Small, like the Wren, and my Hair is bold, like the Chestnut Bur - and my eyes, like the Sherry in the Glass, that the Guest leaves -
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