Emily Dickinson

If it wasn't for dogs, some people would never go for a walk.

If it wasn't for dogs, some people would never go for a walk.

"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never read more

"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all- .

The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
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The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

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