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kerberos_kid: “The only thing for which I might call myself a whore, is poetry.” “Emily Dickinson is my pimp” Definitely adding those to my quote book

its_nm4: All the girls send much love to you. Don't forget to let me receive a letter from you soon. I can say no more now as may paper is all filled up. Your affectionate friend, Emily E.Dickinson

a_grener: Almost everything sucks right now, but scraping grey matter off the walls after a group of students have their minds blown in an encounter with an Emily Dickinson poem is a still a treat.

ayagonmail: Late — when I take my place in summer — But — I shall bring a fuller tune — Vespers — are sweeter than Matins — Signor — Morning — only the seed of Noon — Poetry by Emily Dickinson

maureencoert: “I'm nobody, who are you?” Emily Dickinson

sha_kusky: it’s officially "if you were coming in the fall" by emily dickinson season

RiviasHunter: Banish Air from Air By Emily Dickinson Banish Air from Air - Divide Light if you dare - They'll meet While Cubes in a Drop Or Pellets of Shape Fit - Films cannot annul Odors return whole Force Flame And with a Blonde push Over your impotence Flits Steam.

wscherreiks: Emily Dickinson’s Herbarium: A Forgotten Treasure at the Intersection of Science and Poetry – Brain Pickings

IFinestQuotes: Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell. Emily Dickinson

depr001: Patti Smith Reads Emily Dickinson’s Pre-Particle Physics Ode to the Science and Splendor of How the World Holds Together

IFinestQuotes: How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! Emily Dickinson

yinYaan: I STAN EMILY DICKINSON PERIODT.

atticesoterica: Vintage First Day of Issue Postage Stamps, American Poet Emily Dickinson, American Painter John Sloan, American Museum of National History

Ambreen86026045: "How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude." ~ Emily Dickinson

4f345: Daydream-Emily Dickinson To escape the earth a book is the best vessel; and you travel better in the poem that in the most spirited and fastest steed Even the poorest can do it, nothing for it has to pay: the soul in the transport of its dream it feeds only on silence and peace.

BeCalm68306971: Because I could not stop for death - By, Emily Dickinson

analis: I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog! Emily Dickinson - 1830-1886

PenguinUKBooks: From Emily Dickinson to George Orwell, here are eight books that changed the world after their authors death.

BiceLunaDiFiele: Emily Dickinson

hahabirdpumpkin: Mabel Loomis Todd split Emily Dickinson's poems into 3 groups. She said about the task, "My brain fairly reels." She then sent them to Thomas Wentworth Higginson to deal with. He worked through the first 2 groups and grouped them into 'Life," "Love," "Nature," and...

softesvi: MY TRACHER KEEPS IGNORING I JSUT WANTED TO TELL HER THAT EMILY DICKINSON WAS GAY

hahabirdpumpkin: Thomas Wentworth Higginson found a publisher for Emily Dickinson's poems, but they would only publish half the poems, and those had to be edited. We don't know which ones were left out, but Higginson said they were her finest. Mabel Todd began edited the poems, "crossing...

amlitreader: Emily Dickinson on the first day of autumn! "The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town."

ipreferthebook: As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say The Summer than the Autumn - lest We turn the Sun away Emily Dickinson

quotebotproject: My friends are my estate. -- By Emily Dickinson

emjayfills: The brain is wider than the sky.”  -Emily Dickinson

hellenspiegel: thinking about how emily dickinson, sinead o connor, and I are sagittarius libra moons

CFP_Bot: Celebrating Stevenson: Stories and Emily Dickinson

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HpReema: "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

leafyschneider: watching this history of theatre lecture.....susan glaspell confirmed gay. writing a play??? in provincetown??? and then one based on emily dickinson???? seems a little unstraight to me. i could be projecting.

poeticdweller: there's a certain slant of light by Emily dickinson

RPG_Herb: Yesterday's Bradbury Reading (which I forgot to post) Story: Duffy's Man by Louis L'Amour Essay: The Narrative Gift as a Moral Conundrum by Ursula LeGuin Poem: 'To fight aloud is very brave' by Emily Dickinson

RPG_Herb: Today's Bradbury Reading Essay: The Sea and the Wind that Blow by E. B. White Story: The End of the Whole Mess by Stephen King Poem: Dawn by Emily Dickinson

PulpHerb: Yesterday's Bradbury Reading (it was busy, forgot to post it) Story: Duffy's Man by Louis L'Amour Essay: The Narrative Gift as a Moral Conundrum by Ursula LeGuin Poem: 'To fight aloud is very brave' by Emily Dickinson

PulpHerb: Today's Bradbury Reading Story: The End of the Whole Mess by Stephen King Essay: The Sea and the Wind that Blow by E. B. White Poem: Dawn by Emily Dickinson

Archilles___: Yesterday's Bradbury Reading, whose reporting but not doing was delayed Essay: The Narrative Gift as a Moral Conundrum by Ursula LeGuin Story: Duffy's Man by Louis L'Amour Poem: 'To fight aloud is very brave' by Emily Dickinson

Archilles___: Today's Bradbury Reading Essay: The Sea and the Wind that Blow by E. B. White Story: The End of the Whole Mess by Stephen King Poem: Dawn by Emily Dickinson

Nicolas_Dip: emily dickinson iii

atticesoterica: Vintage First Day of Issue Postage Stamps, American Poet Emily Dickinson, American Painter John Sloan, American Museum of National History

gayIorr: also purchased the poetry of emily dickinson it’s so tiring being here

ayagonmail: Who has not found the Heaven — below — Will fail of it above — For Angels rent the House next ours, Wherever we remove — Poetry by Emily Dickinson

Poem2Poem: If I can stop one heart from breaking, / I shall not live in vain; - Emily Dickinson

kelleyshockley1: Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. Emily Dickinson

Javix_DeLaVilla: “I had no time to Hate Because The Grave would hinder Me And Life was not so Ample I Could finish – Enmity – Nor had I time to Love But since Some Industry must be The little Toil of Love I thought Be large enough for Me.” -Emily Dickinson

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Liederschmiede: " I dwell in possiblity." Emily Dickinson

UOD_Imagineers: Hello everyone! As of 2020/2021 this is our new committee President: Wayne McFarland Secretary: Emily Hollands Treasurer: Jordon Browne Vice President: Sam Dickinson Social Secretary: Shai Fay

chikuwa100q_bot: 21. Fortune/ befriends the bold. [Emily Dickinson]

tricomo: ample make this bed make this bed with awe. in it wait till judgment break- excellent and fair. be its' mattress straight. be its' pillow round. let no sunrise' yellow noise; interrupt this ground. -emily dickinson 1830 - 1886

fuurin_senpai: Hey if Emily Dickinson is valid so are weeeeeeee

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

GeliRaubal1: 'Tell all the truth but tell it slant,' Emily Dickinson

martamcdowell: And interesting take on Emily Dickinson and gardens:

chikuwa100q_bot: 31. Hope is the thing with feathers/ that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. [Emily Dickinson]

HansQuote: “This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me” ― Emily Dickinson

CynicalMallu: Yesterday, I saw this cosmos flower swaying in our garden on the last day of 2020 Summer and I was thinking of this poem. And thus, without a wing, Or service of a keel, Our summer made her light escape Into the beautiful. —Emily Dickinson

chikuwa100q_bot: 82. Truth is so rare/ that it is delightful to tell it. [Emily Dickinson]

OliveFSmith: I like how Emily Dickinson pretends in the last lines not to have adored this lacy, barefooted ghost

Poem2Poem: I shall know why, when time is over, / And I have ceased to wonder why; - Emily Dickinson

ScyllaLage: “Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.” Emily Dickinson

OBBUSFACTS: Poet Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830, in Amherst, MA.

gkspot: "Forever is composed of nows." Emily Dickinson

PalaverFlap: Hope is a thing with feathers That perches on the soul It has glowing red eyes And collapsed a bridge In West Virginia Wait That's not hope that's Mothman Curse you, Emily Dickinson

thejewelseeker: Emily Dickinson Collected Poems, 1982, Avenel Publishers, 256 Pages

MrsCommodore: What do I generally cry over? That before Dad died, i didn't take him on vacation to his favorite poet's home: Emily Dickinson. That I bullied my favorite brother in youth. That I didn't take care of my collie better. That my mother's ailing.

nat_14_s: wrote this poem(very emily dickinson/emisue inspired) i like it, tell me ur thoughts...

pedceza: mas tá tudo bem, cães tem alma sim; "the average bitch mutt is an absolute Emily Dickinson of the soul-life compared to the large android portion of our population."

EllenGrimm: “Hope” is the thing with feathers— Emily Dickinson c. 1861

gay_cowboygf: Emily Dickinson.

calvin5cents: A poem inspired by Emily Dickinson.

xoneple: Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell. (Emily Dickinson)

DublinersThe: "The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy." Emily Dickinson

Iadyofshallot: emily dickinson was right when she compared the body to haunted houses

AbeeerZahra: Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me. The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. -Emily Dickinson

CircumEvidence: The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best -- Emily Dickinson

Ferns__: Emily Dickonson's lifetime love for Susan Gilbert <3 "I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider . . . every day you stay away — my heart is full of you . . . yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me…"

annaaaae: Always related heavily to the words, “g*d keep me from what they call households,” and “I am standing alone in rebellion.” Said by Emily Dickinson

lemontreemoon: Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses - past the headlands - Into deep Eternity - Bred as we, among the mountains, Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land? EMILY DICKINSON ‘Exultation is the going’

EdTruthBTold: I dwell in possibility. - Emily Dickinson

CFP_Bot: Representing Bellini: Emily Dickinson and Rendering

ulfington: I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog! Emily Dickinson

Poem2Poem: Before I got my eye put out / I liked as well to see - Emily Dickinson

theCoachingblog: "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)

hurricane_ros: Full of dashes today for some reason - it's all very Emily Dickinson

JDontah: My tea bag tag just had an Emily Dickinson poem on it and dammit I wasn’t teabag rags with my friends poems on them!!!!

depr001: Patti Smith Reads Emily Dickinson’s Pre-Particle Physics Ode to the Science and Splendor of How the World Holds Together

etunner: Fame is a bee, It has a song – It has a sting – Ah, too, it has a wing. Emily Dickinson . . . j

pklineses: I'm nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there's a pair of us - don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong June To an admiring bog! by: Emily Dickinson

DrCasserly: Congratulations to the winners of “Hope is a thing with feathers” competition! Really superb and insightful analysis of the Emily Dickinson poem. Well done!

Outsightme: "The most pathetic thing I do Is play I hear from you— I make believe until my Heart Almost believes it too" Emily Dickinson

LeviABriggs: Not a really beautiful girl walking outside the Coffeehouse carrying a Emily Dickinson book

SagotaR: Poems by Otho Campbell Here are some poems from my friend Otho Campbell. As he did not title them, I follow the way Emily Dickinson poems are labelled, which is to say by the first line.

Poem2Poem: Musicians wrestle everywhere: / All day, among the crowded air, - Emily Dickinson

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B0RROWERS: DAMN I SAID I READ A POEMBY EMILY DICKENS IN ENGLISH HE CAUGHT ME ITS ACTUALLY EMILY DICKINSON

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KeithArsenault: You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night— You cannot fold a Flood— And put it in a Drawer— Because the Winds would find it out— And tell your Cedar Floor— by Emily Dickinson

afiqzulfadhle: "Forever is composed of nows." - Emily Dickinson

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