Peace is a fiction of our Faith
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Peace is a fiction of our Faith—
The Bells a Winter Night
Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound
That never did alight.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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To make a prairie (1755)
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.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Her Grace is all she has—
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Her Grace is all she has—
And that, so least displays—
One Art to recognize, must be,
Another Art, to praise.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Drab Habitation of Whom?
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Drab Habitation of Whom?
Tabernacle or Tomb—
Or Dome of Worm—
Or Porch of Gnome—
Or some Elf's Catacomb?
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
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Where Ships of Purple—gently toss—
On Seas of Daffodil—
Fantastic Sailors—mingle—
And then—the Wharf is still!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Not that We did, shall be the test
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Not that We did, shall be the test
When Act and Will are done
But what Our Lord infers We would
Had We diviner been—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Love—is anterior to Life—
Posterior—to Death—
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Herein a Blossom lies
899
Herein a Blossom lies—
A Sepulchre, between—
Cross it, and overcome the Bee—
Remain—'tis but a Rind.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
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Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
Upon their Setting Names—
The Iris not of Occident
That disappears as comes—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Dust behind I strove to join
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The Dust behind I strove to join
Unto the Disk before—
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls upon a Floor—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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