Emily Dickinson

Belshazzar had a letter,--
He never had but one;
Belshazzar's correspondence
Concluded and begun
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Belshazzar had a letter,--
He never had but one;
Belshazzar's correspondence
Concluded and begun
In that immortal copy
The conscience of us all
Can read without its glasses
On revelation's wall.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality read more

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these

Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.

Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.