Emily Dickinson1830–1886If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Letter to T. W. Higginson (1870); Letters (1958) p. 474, no. 342aHow strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Letter to Mrs. J.S. Cooper.Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned.
- “Tell all the truth but tell it slant” (J1129 / Fr1263, c. 1872), first published in Bolts of Melody (1945)
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant –
Success in Circuit lies“Tell all the truth but tell it slant” (J1129 / Fr1263, c. 1872), first published in Bolts of Melody (1945)Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
