Emily Dickinson

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.

Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a read more

Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a wing.

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

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

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.