Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Elizabeth Dickinsonwas an American poet. Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts. Although part of a prominent family with strong ties to its community, Dickinson lived much of her life highly introverted. After studying at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she briefly attended the Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a noted penchant for white clothing and became known for her reluctance to...
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth10 December 1830
CityAmherst, MA
Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence - is denied them. They fling their Speech By means of it - in God's Ear - If then He hear - This sums the Apparatus Comprised in Prayer
That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.
I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot my morning prayer or else it was irksome to me. One by one my old habits returned and I cared less for religion than ever.
Prayer is the little implement through which men reach; where presence is denied them.
Remorse --is Memory --awake --/ Her Parties all astir --/ A Presence of Departed Acts --/ At window --and at Door --
Remember if you marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year: and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all.
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar - Requires sorest need.
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.
Narcotics cannot still the toothThat Nibbles at the soul
We never know where we go when we are going, We jest and shut the door; Fate - following behind us -bolts it, And we accost no more
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our stature's touch the skies.
The abdication of belief makes the behavior small -- better an ignis fatuus than no illume at all.
Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God's residence is next to min, His furniture is love.
Our journey has advanced; / Our feet were almost come / To that odd fork in Being's road,/ Eternity by term.