i appreciate
There are joys and gifts all over the place -- you just need to open up your eyes and see them
Entry for September 15, 2006
Emily Dickinson
(1830–86).
Complete Poems.
1924.
Part One: Life
This is my letter to the world
Success is counted sweetest
Our share of night to bear
Soul, wilt thou toss again
?
’
T is so much joy
!
Glee! the great storm is over
!
If I can stop one heart from breaking
Within my reach
!
A wounded deer leaps highest
The heart asks pleasure first
A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is
Much madness is divinest sense
I asked no other thing
The soul selects her own society
Some things that fly there be
I know some lonely houses off the road
To fight aloud is very brave
When night is almost done
Read, sweet, how others strove
Pain has an element of blank
I taste a liquor never brewed
He ate and drank the precious words
I had no time to hate, because
’
T was such a little, little boat
Whether my bark went down at sea
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