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The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson QUOTES

The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson QUOTES

1 " We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

2 " The Poets light but Lamps-
Themselves-go out- "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

3 " The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

4 " I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,—the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

5 " Those who have not found the heaven below,
will fail of it above. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

6 " They say that “time assuages,”—
Time never did assuage;
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.
Time is a test of trouble,
But not a remedy.
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no malady. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

7 " That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

8 " The Brain—is wider than the Sky— "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

9 " Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

10 " The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
’T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills! "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

11 " Forever – is composed of Nows –
‘Tis not a different time –
Except for Infiniteness –
And Latitude of Home – "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

12 " The Dark—felt beautiful— "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

13 " Down Time’s quaint stream
Without an oar,
We are enforced to sail,
Our Port—a secret—
Our Perchance—a gale.
What Skipper would
Incur the risk,
What Buccaneer would ride,
Without a surety from the wind
Or schedule of the tide? "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

14 " I had a daily bliss
I half indifferent viewed,
Till sudden I perceived it stir,—
It grew as I pursued,

Till when, around a crag,
It wasted from my sight,
Enlarged beyond my utmost scope,
I learned its sweetness right. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

15 " Experiment to me
Is every one I meet.
If it contain a kernel?
The figure of a nut
Presents upon a tree,
Equally plausibly;
But meat within is requisite,
To squirrels and to me. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

16 " I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
Stare vacant into mine
And ask my business there.
My business,—just a life I left,
Was such still dwelling there? "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

17 " For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

18 " To wander now is my abode;
To rest,—to rest would be
A privilege of hurricane
To memory and me. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

19 " A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.

If town it have, beyond itself,
’T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh,—no vehicle
Bears me along that way. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

20 " Safe Despair it is that raves—
Agony is frugal.
Puts itself severe away
For its own perusal. "

― Emily Dickinson , The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson