Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

American poet
10 December 1830 — 15 May 1886

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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

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Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

A word is dead when it`s been said,
some say.
I say it just begins to live
that day.

Nature is a haunted house, but art is a house that tries to be haunted.


To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

Forever is composed of Nows.

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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.

How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!


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