“Undue significance a starving man attaches to food Far off ; he sighs, and therefore hopeless, And therefore good. Partaken, it relieves indeed, but proves us That spices fly In the receipt. It was the distance Was savory.” WantDesirePoetryLongingDistanceFulfillmentNeedNourishmentDickinson Author:Emily Dickinson
“Forbidden fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks ; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks !” LifeLawDesirePoetryDutyMoralityForbiddenEroticDickinson Author:Emily Dickinson
“My worthiness is all my doubt, His merit all my fear, Contrasting which, my qualities Do lowlier appear ; Lest I should insufficient prove For his beloved need, The chiefest apprehension Within my loving creed. So I, the undivine abode Of his elect content, Conform my soul as 't were a church Unto her sacrament.” LoveDesirePassionWorshipValueSelf WorthComparisonWorthEroticDickinson Author:Emily Dickinson
“Who never wanted, ― maddest joy Remains to him unknown ; The banquet of abstemiousness Surpasses that of wine. Within its hope, though yet ungrasped Desire's perfect goal, No nearer, lest reality Should disenthrall thy soul.” WantRealityDesirePoetryAbstinenceDickinson Author:Emily Dickinson
“Immortal is an ample word When what we need is by But when it leaves us for a time 'Tis a necessity. Of Heaven above the firmest proof We fundamental know Except for its marauding Hand It had been Heaven below.” DeathPoetryDyingAcceptanceAppreciationDickinson Author:Emily Dickinson
“We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar, And our new hands Learned gem-tactics Practising sands.” ActionPoetryWorkPracticeTrainingDickinson Author:Emily Dickinson
“I felt a clearing in my mind As if my brain had split ; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, But sequence ravelled out of reach Like balls upon a floor.” PoetryConsciousnessLivingExperienceThoughtContemplationDickinson Author:Emily Dickinson
“Your poetry--it doesn't deserve to be locked away, hidden from the rest of the world. And neither do you.” InspirationalRomancePoetryLove StoryTeen FictionRealistic FictionDickinson Book:Unwritten Melody Source: Unwritten Melody
“To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing — Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird Who sings the same, unheard, As unto Crowd — The Fashion of the Ear Attireth that it hear In Dun, or fair — So whether it be Rune, Or whether it be none Is of within. The "Tune is in the Tree —" The Skeptic — showeth me — "No Sir! In Thee!” PoetrySongBeautyCreationPerceptionDickinsonImmanence Author:Emily Dickinson
“The past is such a curious creature, To look her in the face A transport may reward us, Or a disgrace. Unarmed if any meet her, I charge them, fly ! Her rusty ammunition Might yet reply !” ActionPastPoetryHistoryReactionDickinson Author:Emily Dickinson
“To hang our head ostensibly, And subsequent to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind, Affords the sly presumption That, in so dense a fuzz, You, too, take cobweb attitudes Upon a plane of gauze !” ThinkingActionPoetryAttitudeContemplationOutlookDickinson Author:Emily Dickinson
“Hay algo que me gusta en la agonía, y es que sé que es verdad; los hombres no simulan convulsiones, no imitan el dolor. Unos ojos se vidrian, y es la muerte. Imposible de fingir las gotas de sudor sobre la frente que la inhábil angustia va ensartando.” PoesiaDolorPoemaEmily DickinsonAngustiaDickinsonPoemas Cortos Author:Emily Dickinson
“Few get enough, ― enough is one ; To that ethereal throng Have not each one of us the right To stealthily belong ?” DesirePoetryHeavenLongingBelongingDickinson Author:Emily Dickinson
“There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – 'Tis the seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us of the Air – When it comes, the Landscape listens – Shadows – hold their breath – When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death –” LightDeathPoetryMeaningBeingSeverityEnnuiDickinson Author:Emily Dickinson