Emily Dickinson Quotes

Плачът е нещо незначително -
въздишката - е нещо дребно.
Но от товаря им натрупан
човек умира постепенно.

превод : Цветан Стоянов

But are not all facts dreams as soon as we put them behind us?

An ill heart, like a body, has its more comfortable days, and then its days of pain, its long relapse, when rallying requires more effort than to dissolve life, and death looks choiceless.

I felt a funeral in my brain,

As there are apartments in our own minds that we never enter without apology we should respect the seals of others.

This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me

If I read a book [and] it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?

Judge tenderly of me.

For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.

I dwell in Possibility — A fairer House than Prose — More numerous of Windows — Superior — for Doors — Of Chambers as the Cedars — Impregnable of Eye — And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky — Of Visitors — the fairest — For Occupation — This — The spreading wide of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise —

The minister goes stiffly in As if the house were his, And he owned all the mourners now,

The spirit looks upon the Dust
That fastened it so long
With indignation,
As a Bird
Defrauded of it's Song.

It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down — It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

Forever is composed of nows.

Das 'Für immer' besteht aus vielen 'jetzt'.