The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. – 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

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. – 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
They might not need me but they might. Ill let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity. – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson