“The Mob within the Heart”
by
Emily Dickinson
The mob within the heart
Police cannot suppress
The riot given at the first
Is authorized as peace
Uncertified of scene
Or signified of sound
But growing like a hurricane
In a congenial ground.
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Annual reply (Emily Dickinson)
“The Soul Unto Itself” — Emily Dickinson
“Sumptuous Destitution” — Anne Carson
“Sumptuous Destitution”
by
Anne Carson
“Sumptuous destitution”
Your opinion gives me a serious feeling. I would like to be what you deem me.
(Emily Dickinson letter 319 to Thomas Higginson)
is a phrase
You see my position is benighted.
(Emily Dickinson letter 268 to Thomas Higginson)
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She was too enigmatical a being for me to solve in an hours interview.
(Thomas Higginson letter 342a to Emily Dickinson)
of female
God made me [Sir] Master—I didn’t be—myself.
(Emily Dickinson letter 233 to Thomas Higginson)
silence.
Rushing among my small heart—and pushing aside the blood—
(Emily Dickinson letter 248 to Thomas Higginson)
Save what you can, Emily.
And when I try to organize—my little Force explodes—and leaves me bare and charred.
(Emily Dickinson letter 271 to Thomas Higginson)
Save every bit of thread.
Have you a little chest to put the Alive in?
(Emily Dickinson letter 233 to Thomas Higginson)
One of them may be
By Cock, said Ophelia.
(Emily Dickinson letter 268 to Thomas Higginson)
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much/little (Emily Dickinson)
In this short Life that only lasts an hour
How much – how little – is within our power
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“Civilization — spurns — the Leopard!” — Emily Dickinson
“One day is there of the series / Termed Thanksgiving day” — Emily Dickinson
“Publication – is the Auction” — Emily Dickinson
“Publication – is the Auction”
by
Emily Dickinson
Publication—is the Auction
Of the Mind of Man—
Poverty—be justifying
For so foul a thingPossibly—but We—would rather
From Our Garret go
White—Unto the White Creator—
Than invest—Our Snow—Thought belong to Him who gave it—
Then—to Him Who bear
Its Corporeal illustration—Sell
The Royal Air—In the Parcel—Be the Merchant
Of the Heavenly Grace—
But reduce no Human Spirit
To Disgrace of Price—
Or shroud of gnome / Himself, himself inform (Emily Dickinson)
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“Will there really be a morning?” — Emily Dickinson
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“Pain has an element of blank” — Emily Dickinson
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