Sunrise: day's great progenitor.
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee A clover anytime to him Is aristocracy.
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
I measure every Grief I meetWith narrow, probing, Eyes;I wonder if It weighs like Mine,Or has an Easier size.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading – treading – till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating – be...
Anger as soon as fed is dead - Tis starving makes it fat.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.
My friends are my estate.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,One clover, and a bee,And revery.The revery alone will do,If bees are few.
Inebriate of Air — am I —And Debauchee of Dew —Reeling — thro endless summer days —From Inns of Molten Blue —
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
They might not need me but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
I dwell in possibility.