I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness. – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness. – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – 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
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry. – Emily Dickinson