Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
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.
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.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
