Lmst

In this short Life
That only lasts an hour
How much - how little - is
Within our power.

Emily Dickinson

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

They say that "time assuages" -
Time never did assuage;
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.

Time is a test of trouble,
But not a remedy.
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no malady.

Let me not mar that perfect dream
By an auroral stain,
But so adjust my daily night
That it will come again.

I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch -
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.

Emily Dickinson, LIII. Experience

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

Emily Dickinson
Poems 1896, Book I, LIFE.

Words spoken by the happy are poor melodies.
But words felt by the silent are beautiful.

Emily Dickinson

Bin nicht für Kitsch zu haben, aber für dieses Buch musste ich eine Ausnahme machen. 🥰
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Bin gerade ein bisschen verliebt in die Seele von Emily Dickinson - oder in das, was ich darin sehe.

Kaufe ich jetzt ernsthaft einen Gedichtband?

Oh ja.

For those who are interested in checking out my current series of readings of Emily Dickinson's poetry, here are some links:

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