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.
Weitere Zitate von Emily Dickinson
Zum Autor"The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on."
"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."
"The Poets light but Lamps-Themselves-go out-."
"Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -He doubtless did his best -How softly sinks that trembling sunIn Human Nature's West -."
"The mere sense of living is joy enough."