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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 10h

What soft, cherubic creatures These gentlewomen are! One would as soon assault a plush Or violate a star.

Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

THE BATTLE-FIELD. They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

LOYALTY. Split the lark and you'll find the music, Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled, Scantily dealt to the summer morning, Saved for your ear when lutes be old.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

THE HEMLOCK. I think the hemlock likes to stand Upon a marge of snow; It suits his own austerity, And satisfies an awe

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

THE SPIRIT. 'T is whiter than an Indian pipe, 'T is dimmer than a lace; No stature has it, like a fog, When you approach the place.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

REMEMBRANCE. Remembrance has a rear and front, -- 'T is something like a house; It has a garret also For refuse and the mouse,

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

APOTHEOSIS. Come slowly, Eden! Lips unused to thee, Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

SUSPENSE. Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity or doom.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Frequently the woods are pink, Frequently are brown; Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

SIGHT. Before I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

A BOOK. He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

BY THE SEA. I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

GHOSTS. One need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Like mighty footlights burned the red At bases of the trees, -- The far theatricals of day Exhibiting to these.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

RETICENCE. The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan; Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

JOY IN DEATH. If tolling bell I ask the cause. 'A soul has gone to God,' I'm answered in a lonesome tone; Is heaven then so sad?

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

MY CRICKET. Farther in summer than the birds, Pathetic from the grass, A minor nation celebrates Its unobtrusive mass.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

ASPIRATION. We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

I breathed enough to learn the trick, And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

To learn the transport by the pain, As blind men learn the sun; To die of thirst, suspecting That brooks in meadows run;

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Is Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

Look back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west!

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

THE LOST THOUGHT. I felt a clearing in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

REMORSE. Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir, -- A presence of departed acts At window and at door.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

BEQUEST. You left me, sweet, two legacies, -- A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of;

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

SATISFIED. One blessing had I, than the rest So larger to my eyes That I stopped gauging, satisfied, For this enchanted size.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

BY THE SEA. I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

PSALM OF THE DAY. A something in a summer's day, As slow her flambeaux burn away, Which solemnizes me.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

THE BATTLE-FIELD. They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

PROOF. That I did always love, I bring thee proof: That till I loved I did not love enough.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

Death is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust. "Dissolve," says Death. The Spirit, "Sir, I have another trust."

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown;

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

THE BLUEBIRD. Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness, A fellow in the skies Of independent hues, A little weather-worn, Inspiriting habiliments Of indigo and brown.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

REFUGE. The clouds their backs together laid, The north begun to push, The forests galloped till they fell, The lightning skipped like mice; The thunder crumbled like a stuff -- How good to be safe in tombs, Where nature's temper cannot reach, Nor vengeance ever comes!

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

THE ORIOLE. One of the ones that Midas touched, Who failed to touch us all, Was that confiding prodigal, The blissful oriole.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

This merit hath the worst, -- It cannot be again. When Fate hath taunted last And thrown her furthest stone,

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

THANKSGIVING DAY. One day is there of the series Termed Thanksgiving day, Celebrated part at table, Part in memory.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

UNWARNED. 'T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou No station in the day? 'T was not thy wont to hinder so, -- Retrieve thine industry.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

The moon is distant from the sea, And yet with amber hands She leads him, docile as a boy, Along appointed sands.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

THE WAKING YEAR. A lady red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

I went to heaven, -- 'T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields At the full dew, Beautiful as pictures No man drew. People like the moth, Of mechlin, frames, Duties of gossamer, And eider names. Almost contented I could be 'Mong such unique Society.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth, --

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin, -- so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the bird, But rapid, like the roe; His fashions quaint, mosaic, Or, haply, mistletoe.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

We never know we go, -- when we are going We jest and shut the door; Fate following behind us bolts it, And we accost no more.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

THE HUMMING-BIRD. A route of evanescence With a revolving wheel; A resonance of emerald, A rush of cochineal; And every blossom on the bush Adjusts its tumbled head, -- The mail from Tunis, probably, An easy morning's ride.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol!

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

TWO VOYAGERS. Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the firmament And rested on a beam;

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 22/08/2026

Morns like these we parted; Noons like these she rose, Fluttering first, then firmer, To her fair repose.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

THE WIND. It's like the light, -- A fashionless delight It's like the bee, -- A dateless melody.

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Emily Dickinson Daily @e-dickinson-daily.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

IN A LIBRARY. A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think,

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