Emily Dickinson Quotes

I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me. If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in; but if it lives and beats still, still lives and beats for me, then say so, and I will strike the strings to one more strain of happiness before I die.

My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

So we must meet apart — You there — I — here
With just the Door ajar
That Oceans are — and Prayer — And that White Sustenance — Despair — — Emily Dickinson, from “I Cannot Live with You,” The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little,Brown and Company, 1960)

Solamente el silencio nos da miedo. En la voz siempre hay algo que nos salva. Sin embargo, el silencio es lo infinito. No se le ve la cara.

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Then crouch within the door — Red — is the Fire’s common tint — But when the vivid Ore

Has vanquished Flame’s conditions — It quivers from the Forge
Without a color, but the Light
Of unannointed Blaze — Least Village, boasts it’s Blacksmith — Whose Anvil’s even ring
Stands symbol for the finer Forge
That soundless tugs — within — Refining these impatient Ores
With Hammer, and with Blaze
Until the designated Light
Repudiate the Forge —

Renunciation — is a piercing Virtue — The letting go
A Presence — for an Expectation

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,

Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.

I SEE thee better in the dark,
I do not need a light.
The love of thee a prism be
Excelling violet.

I see thee better for the years
That hunch themselves between,
The miner’s lamp sufficient be
To nullify the mine.

And in the grave I see thee best — Its little panels be
A-glow, all ruddy with the light
I held so high for thee!

What need of day to those whose dark
Hath so surpassing sun,
It seem it be continually
At the meridian?

A great hope fell
You heard no noise
The ruin was within.

In a serener Bright,
In a more golden light
I see
Each little doubt and fear,
Each little discord here
Removed.

Unable are the Loved to die / For Love is Immortality, / Nay, it is Deity — / Unable they that love — to die / For Love reforms Vitality / Into Divinity

Tis not that Dying hurts us so — ‘Tis Living — hurts us more — — Emily Dickinson, from “’Tis not that Dying hurts us so — ,” [335], The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown & Co.,1960)