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Much Madness is divinest Sense by Emily Dickinson
Much madness is divinest senseTo a discerning eyeMuch sense the starkest madness.‘T is the majorityIn this, as all, prevails.Assent, and…
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My Life Closed Twice Before it Closed by Emily Dickinson
My life closed twice before its close;It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveilA third event to me, So huge, so…
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My Life had stood – A Loaded Gun by Emily Dickinson
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –In Corners – till a DayThe Owner passed – identified –And carried…
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She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms by Emily Dickinson
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,And leaves the shreds behind;Oh, housewife in the evening west,Come back, and dust the pond! You…
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Snake by Emily Dickinson
A narrow fellow in the grassOccasionally rides;You may have met him, -did you not?His notice sudden is. The grass divides…
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Success is Counted Sweetest by Emily Dickinson
Success is Counted Sweetest is one of less than a dozen poems published during her lifetime, this one anonymously in…
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Summer Shower by Emily Dickinson
A drop fell on the apple tree,Another on the roof;A half a dozen kissed the eaves,And made the gables laugh.…
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant by Emily Dickinson
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth’s superb surprise…
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The Mystery of Pain by Emily Dickinson
Pain has an element of blank;It cannot recollectWhen it began, or if there wereA day when it was not. It…
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The Only News I Know by Emily Dickinson
The only news I knowIs bulletins all dayFrom Immortality. The only shows I see,Tomorrow and Today,Perchance Eternity. The only One…
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