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kenyan_supergal: Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough —Emily Dickinson

greggo1685: “Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.” ― Emily Dickinson

WritingJobz: A wounded deer leaps the highest - Emily Dickinson

fi_stephenson: ‘A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.’ - Emily Dickinson

EParrish1021: FYI: almost every Emily Dickinson poem can be sung to the tune of the Gilligan's Island theme song. You're welcome.

poliavs: 4 of 5 stars to The Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson

CFP_Bot: UnDiscriminating: Negotating Emily Dickinson in the Classroom

NovelCreations: Emily Dickinson Collection of Poems Recycled Book Purse - Emily Dickinson Book Clutch - Book Cover Handbag

thallasocrat: Wild Nights — Wild Nights! We’re I with thee Wild Nights should be Our Luxury! Futile — the Winds — To a Heart in port — Done with the Compass — Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden — Ah, the Sea! Might I but moor — Tonight — In Thee! Emily Dickinson

sadujtoiracsi: Amy Hollywood, "The ecstasy define–": Emily Dickinson's Mystic Poetic Botany

WritingUni: "Tell all the truth but tell it slant -" Emily Dickinson hid things right before our eyes within her poetry. This analysis of her work dives into exactly how she would layer her work full of meaning with language.

CutterStreeby: “Emily Dickinson is one of the greatest poets we have, and I don’t mean ‘we’ merely in America. I mean she is one of the greatest of poets.” —Susan Howe

FratcherBot: I think Emily Dickinson would say to Write a half. Good luck with an indigenous

EverRisePGH: "We turn not older with years but newer every day." - Emily Dickinson

parisreview: “Emily Dickinson is one of the greatest poets we have, and I don’t mean ‘we’ merely in America. I mean she is one of the greatest of poets.” —Susan Howe

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hannacasa: I'm nobody! who are you? are you nobody too? Emily Dickinson

TaraSkurtu: “There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away” —Emily Dickinson

victoria_grif7: “The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul—BOOKS.” —Emily Dickinson

GamilCamille: Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it. -Emily Dickinson

VermontToday: Mystery and the untold secrets contained in common history form the thread in the Greensboro Arts Alliance and Residency 2019 Main Stage Summer Season, which kicks off July 25, with some of theater’s top talents.

fawnymph: “Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.” - Emily Dickinson

awthif: “Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.” ― Emily Dickinson

acehotel: “Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay? Ah, said July— Where is the Seed— Where is the Bud— Where is the May— Answer Thee—Me—” ― Emily Dickinson

Chicopee_News: The Possible's slow fuse is lit By the Imagination. -Emily Dickinson

deukie_mandeuki: Saying nothing sometimes says the most. Emily Dickinson

medeajulianna: I remember being a kid learning that Emily Dickinson was a reclusive writer and thinking it was weird and now I’m like hmmmm

krustykraus: Old town road was based on a poem by emily dickinson

hugesum41fan: the ghost of Emily Dickinson thinks I’m funny on Twitter

Brasideios: Comincio con Emily Dickinson: 1 Safe in their Alabaster Chambers, Untouched by Morning - And untouched by Noon - Lie the meek members of the Resurrection - Rafter of Satin - and Roof of Stone -

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Macdougal Street
 by Edna St. Vincent Millay

As I went walking up and down to take the evening air,
(Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?)
I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair;
(”Little dirty Latin child, let the lady by!”)

The women squatting on the stoops were slovenly and fat,
(Lay me out in organdie, lay me out in lawn!)
And everywhere I stepped there was a baby or a cat;
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