The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. – Emily Dickinson
I like a look of Agony, because I know its true — men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe — – Emily Dickinson
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. – Emily Dickinson
I like a look of Agony, because I know its true — men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe — – Emily Dickinson
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson