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CFP_Bot: Celebrating Organism: Emily Dickinson and Acting
Bomboli2: “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
harkaflark: Some dude mansplaining how to write poetry to Emily Dickinson.
LiteraryVienna: „That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.“
Emily Dickinson
rchllxbot: Men react to emily dickinson. Small press readers:
zephtx: If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain. Emily Dickinson
ShamekaPlans: I dwell in possibility. - Emily Dickinson
TypingChicken: I had a joke on Dickinson
(The poet Emily),
To sum her life’s work in a gag
Contumeliously
SarahH_109: Emily Dickinson was the queen of funny letters. That’s today’s tweet.
CecileVarry: Emily Dickinson, dazzling gradually:
Egidio1900: Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn
Presentiment is that long Shadow on the Lawn,
Indicative that Suns go down ,
The Notice to the startled Grass,
That Darkness is about to pass .
Emily Dickinson
Shazam1001: Patti Smith Reads Emily Dickinson's Pre-Particle Physics Ode to the Science and Splendor of How the World Holds Together
ZeeshanJaanam: I send a message by a Mouth that cannot speak.
—Emily Dickinson
zarkmi3: I feel lost, just like always.
Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a newer Wilderness
My Wilderness has made
—— Emily Dickinson
JohannesGoranss: "Dashes drew liberty of interruption inside the estructure of each poem. Hush of hesitation for breath and for breathing. Empirical domain of revolution and revaluation where words are in danger, dissolving... only Mutability certain."
- more from S. Howe's My Emily Dickinson
CLMerrill: Thrilled to share this new essay on hope. "Emily Dickinson was right: ‘Hope is a strange invention’"
Samantharhill: Emily Dickinson's recipe for doughnuts:
jeremy_millar_1: I have an Emily Dickinson joke —
DublinersThe: "Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it."
Emily Dickinson
Vidisha__P: "Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
....
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
-Emily Dickinson
nerdyOme: The lady dare not lift her veil,
For fear it be dispelled.
~ Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
aristo__plato: How strange that nature does not knockand yet does not intrude! - Emily Dickinson - nature unpersuasive
curlymo_99: I have an
Emily
Dickinson joke
and it’s
short
ArsEstHabitus: But the recollecting of
Bloom
Keeps making November
difficult
— Emily Dickinson
ribsremoved: Push aside Emily Dickinson
it’s MY time
mauramullarkey: "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
matriarchflower: and Emily Dickinson and I share the same birthday. Obsessed with this book already.
RamonaMcKean: Emily Dickinson and Hope for Our Times
azforeman: These translations of Emily Dickinson into Spanish by Nicole D’Amonville Alegría are a real achievement. Dayum.
xoneple: Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell. (Emily Dickinson)
twogirlsinwhite: A response to Emily Dickinson -
glaeso: Hope
By Emily Dickinson
Hope is a subtle glutton;
He feeds upon the fair;
And yet, inspected closely,
What abstinence is there!
His is a the halcyon table
That never seats but one,
And whatsoever is consumed
The same amounts remain.
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Poem2Poem: If I can stop one heart from breaking, / I shall not live in vain; - Emily Dickinson
rososus: posted emily dickinson poetry on main... obviously i’m yearning and i’m pining and i’m yearning
Poem2Poem: Two butterflies went out at noon / And waltzed above a stream. - Emily Dickinson
ZeeshanJaanam: — and I — too late —
Should reach the Heart that wanted me
—Emily Dickinson
Jasonwaddle4: "By bobolink from lane.
Blossom and I–
Her oath, and mine–
Will surely come again" –Emily Dickinson
MisaJC: Its crazy because Emily Dickinson never wrote anything as fire as WAP.
LeslieHolt2: “The brain is wider than the sky
For put them side by side
The one the other will contain
With ease – and you – beside”
~ Emily Dickinson
Today
cdaventry: To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
Emily Dickinson
JohannesGoranss: "Orders suggest hierarchies and category. Categories suggest property. My voice formed from my life belongs to no one else. What I put into words is no longer my possession. Possibility has opened."
Susan Howe, My Emily Dickinson
RobGMacfarlane: This Saturday’s poem-aloud is Emily Dickinson’s “Hope Is The Thing With Feathers” (1862), a poem that might sing especially brightly now.
Full text:
yeojdoblados: MANNEx2AM WhisperChallengeQA
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
-Emily Dickinson
lamquaintrelle: We paused before a House that seemed,
A swelling of the Ground -
The roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground.
~Emily Dickinson
AlexandriaJoha1: I felt it shelter to speak to you. ~Emily Dickinson
oureric: Sorry I haven’t returned your text, I’ve been working nonstop all morning trying to replace the words in the song “And Bingo Was His Name” with the words of the Emily Dickinson poem “I started Early — took my dog.” It’s going well but it’s intense!
itsSamthaan: The Gem was gone ----
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own -----
~Emily Dickinson.
sociolinguista: A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
—Emily Dickinson
RandomUTFan: But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
-Emily Dickinson
simmsahp: Emily Dickinson: They shut me up in Prose
Poem2Poem: Before I got my eye put out / I liked as well to see - Emily Dickinson
DerekWinnert: Cynthia Nixon is tremendous, really quite astonishing, as Emily Dickinson...
chikuwa100q_bot: 98. A wounded deer/ leaps the highest. [Emily Dickinson]
FatemahIsah: Emily Dickinson story is a very interesting one.
tuff_n_tender: ‘I had no monarch in my life, and cannot rule myself; and when I try to organize, my little force explodes and leaves me bare and charred’ - Emily Dickinson
mohithtweets: Nature is a haunted house, but art is a house that wants to be haunted.
– Emily Dickinson
chikuwa100q_bot: 21. Fortune/ befriends the bold. [Emily Dickinson]
tambourine: itch are waiving their revenue share today, so if you feel like buying my poetry zines then... now's a good time!
here's the emily dickinson one:
WritingJobz: A wounded deer leaps the highest - Emily Dickinson
Jay_S0105: As if my life were shaven,
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key,
And ’twas like Midnight, some -
When everything that ticked - has stopped -
And space stares - all around -
~Emily Dickinson
Poem2Poem: Musicians wrestle everywhere: / All day, among the crowded air, - Emily Dickinson
dharamvirtanwa4: I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
Emily Dickinson
Poem2Poem: If those I loved were lost / The Crier's voice would tell me-- - Emily Dickinson
guagua11230107: Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a newer Wilderness
by Emily Dickinson
SofiaJoubert: A great Hope fell
You heard no noise
The Ruin was within..
- Emily Dickinson
© Krista McCurdy
GeliRaubal1: 'Tell all the truth but tell it slant,' Emily Dickinson
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pva_oluwapemi: A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown –
Who ponders this tremendous scene –
This whole Experiment of Green –
As if it were his own!
Emily Dickinson
Mimi_CBE: “ Renunciation— the piercing virtue!” Emily Dickinson
RandomUTFan: Emily Dickinson wrote A LOT about bees and butterflies.
survivor_num1: I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through
.
.
.
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here
Emily Dickinson
chelsaya: having my friends stop by for plates that I lower down from my 2nd floor apartment on a rope and pulley like I'm emily dickinson sending down cakes and pastries in a basket for the neighborhood kids
GerardtheGuard: *Emily Dickinson time travels to 2020* “Alas, what fools. I could stay inside all day, literally.”
Ariolus_Apollon: "If certain, when this life was out---
That yours and mine, should be
I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity."
Emily Dickinson
phcminds: Emily Dickinson
The celebrated poet’s last words were as beautiful as could be expected; "I must go in, for the fog is rising."
notes_from_x: "The Soul selects her own Society-
Then - shuts the Door-
...
Like stone." ~Emily Dickinson
BillThorness: "One day is there of the Series
Termed Thanksgiving Day.
Celebrated part at Table
Part in memory."
-- Emily Dickinson
814, 1896
zzombiekid: this year im thankful for the three ppl that have talked to me in the last eight months and the fact that i have a small waist and emily dickinson and shigaraki and fatgum and books and paint and vincent van gogh and candles that smell like the sea and my dog and kibby
highestromance: Picture me rollin’
-Emily Dickinson
DebiecJacek: Emily Dickinson, Gratitude - is not the mention
StarFolk_: That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
― Emily Dickinson
aliner: I always think of Emily Dickinson when i imagine using the word “less” like a gauntlet.
paidpayswillpay: me and my hs friends/classmates in one classroom again. we were discussing emily dickinson. everyone was noisy. that was a fun mini reunion, even it was only a dream.
imreadytobe: i like the name "emily" for emily dickinson who wouldnt wanna go to umass emily
imreadytobe: covids got me feeling like emily dickinson but way less talented
LeyMurillo7: Ourself behind ourself, concealed –
Should startle most –
Assassin hid in our Apartment
Be Horror’s least.
-Emily Dickinson
caecilia1003: There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there
— Emily Dickinson
©︎David Ingraham
2020Researcher: Emily Dickinson's poem, “I gave myself to him,” illustrates marriage as “a solemn contract” where a woman exchanges herself for financial security, depicting her husband as nothing more than a customer.(1/3)
2020Researcher: What Emily Dickinson saw was the loss of self-identity in marriage, as the wife conforms to meet her husband's demands, rather than her own desires.(2/3)
AwakeningSmile: The Mind is so near itself -- it cannot see, distinctly -- and I have none to ask --
Emily Dickinson 15 April 1862
xoneple: Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell. (Emily Dickinson)
KarenVanB: Emily Dickinson poet
CFP_Bot: Patients and the Law: Colors and Emily Dickinson
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peggiejeanie: “Forever is composed of nows.” - Emily Dickinson
rickbenger: Emily Dickinson: "…Susie, forgive me Darling, for every word I say – my heart is full of you, none other than you is in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me."
EffInvictus: This is a cliched tweet. But Emily Dickinson referred to her sister-in-law Susan as her Beatrice and Stella, seems to have convinced her brother to marry Susan and her father to build a house for Susan so that they could be in proximity, wrote many of her poems for Susan,
ghani_b: Where thou art - that - is Home. - Emily Dickinson http://t.co/jVUYAEfudp
