The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly and true
But let a Splinter swerve
'Twere easier for You
To put a Current back
When Floods have slit the Hills
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves
And trodden out the Mills
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Sun 05.24.2009 at 02:25
A first Mute Coming
In the Stranger's House
A first fair Going
When the Bells rejoice
A first Exchange of
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Sun 05.03.2009 at 01:02
Could I then shut the door
Lest my beseeching face at last
Rejected be of Her?
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Fri 05.01.2009 at 18:21
You're right "the way is narrow"
And "difficult the Gate"
And "few there be" Correct again
That "enter in thereat"
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Sat 04.11.2009 at 22:14
A little bread a crust a crumb
A little trust a demijohn
Can keep the soul alive
Not portly, mind! but breathing warm
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Sat 04.04.2009 at 00:00
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.