His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part. – Emily Dickinson
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. – Emily Dickinson
His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part. – Emily Dickinson
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. – Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. – Emily Dickinson