Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.
Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.
Where thou art, that is home.
Where thou art, that is home.
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Forever is composed of nows.
Forever is composed of nows.
