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I have written you a great many letters since you left me — not the kind of letters that go in post-offices — and ride in mail-bags — but queer — lit… - Emily Dickinson
" "I have written you a great many letters since you left me — not the kind of letters that go in post-offices — and ride in mail-bags — but queer — little silent ones — very full of affection — and full of confidence — but wanting in proof to you — therefore not valid — somehow you will not answer them — and you would paper, and ink letters — I will try one of those — tho' not half so precious as the other kind. I have written those at night — when the rest of the world were at sleep — when only God came between us — and no one else might hear.
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Virtually unknown in her lifetime, Dickinson has come to be regarded as one of the greatest American poets of the 19th century. Although she wrote (at latest count) 1789 poems, only a few of them were published in her lifetime, all anonymously, and some perhaps without her knowledge.
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HAVE you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
And nobody, knows, so still it flows, 5
That any brook is there;
And yet your little draught of life
Is daily drunken there.
Then look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow, 10
And the snows come hurrying from the hills,
And the bridges often go.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life 15
Some burning noon go dry!
No rack can torture me, My soul 's at liberty. Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw, Nor rend with scymitar. Two bodies therefore be; Bind one, and one will flee. The eagle of his nest No easier divest And gain the sky, Than mayest thou, Except thyself may be Thine enemy; Captivity is consciousness, So's liberty.
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