To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #1779)
Oh Matchless Earth — We underrate the chance to dwell in Thee
~ Emily Dickinson
(Letter to Susan Gilbert Dickinson, c. 1870)
It is also November. The noons are more laconic and the sundowns sterner, and Gibraltar lights make the village foreign. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.
~ Emily Dickinson
(Letter to Elizabeth Chapin Holland, November 1865)
Autumn wins you best by this its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay!
~ Robert Browning
(Paracelsus)
‘Tis so appalling – it exhilarates –
So over Horror, it half captivates –
…
And Terror’s free –
Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #341)
That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
Believing what we don’t believe
Does not exhilarate.
That if it be, it be at best
An ablative estate —
This instigates an appetite
Precisely opposite.
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #1761)
The Ecstasy to guess,
Were a receipted Bliss
If Grace could talk —
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #1680)
Estranged from Beauty – none can be –
For Beauty is Infinity –
And the power to be finite ceased
Before Identity was creased –
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #1515)
His Bill an Augur is
His Head, a Cap and Frill
He laboreth at every Tree
A Worm, His utmost Goal –
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #990)
Autumn – overlooked my Knitting –
Dyes – said He – have I –
Could disparage a Flamingo –
Show Me them – said I –
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #786)