The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.
Weitere Zitate von Emily Dickinson
Zum Autor"The Poets light but Lamps-Themselves-go out-."
"So bashful when I spied her!So pretty ― so ashamed!So hidden in her leafletsLest anybody find ―So breathless till I passed her ―So helpless when I turnedAnd bore her struggling, blushing,Her simple haunts beyond!For whom I robbed the Dingle ―For whom betrayed the Dell ―Many, will doubtless ask me,But I shall never tell!"
"Fame is a bee.It has a song -It has a sting -Ah, too, it has a wing."
"I sing to use the waiting, My bonnet but to tie, And shut the door unto my house; No more to do have I, Till, his best step approaching, We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away."
"Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -He doubtless did his best -How softly sinks that trembling sunIn Human Nature's West -."
"A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend."