by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) I cried at Pity – not at Pain – I heard a Woman say “Poor Child” – and something in her voice Convicted me – of me – So long I fainted, to myself It seemed the common way, And Health, and Laughter, Curious things – To look at, like aContinue reading “I Cried at Pity – Not at Pain”
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A Shady Friend For Torrid Days
by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east Scares muslin souls away; If broadcloth breasts are firmer Than those of organdy, Who is to blame? The weaver? Ah! the bewildering thread! TheContinue reading “A Shady Friend For Torrid Days”
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
by Emily Dickinson I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you — Nobody — too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! They’d advertise — you know! How dreary — to be — Somebody! How public — like a Frog — To tell one’s name — the livelong June — To an admiring Bog!
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
by Emily Dickinson I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was Breaking Through – And when they all were seated A Service like a Drum – Kept beating – beating – till I thought My Mind was going numb –Continue reading “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain”
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