A Letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the Mind alone, without corporeal friend? – Emily Dickinson
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb — or Dome of Worm — or Porch of Gnome — or some Elfs Catacomb? – Emily Dickinson
A Letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the Mind alone, without corporeal friend? – Emily Dickinson
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb — or Dome of Worm — or Porch of Gnome — or some Elfs Catacomb? – Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. – Emily Dickinson