| XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came The second time to me, Nor definitely what it was, Have I the art to say. But somewhere in my soul, I know I ’ve met the thing before; It just reminded me—’t was all-- And came my way no more. From Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924 Dickinson's poem about power of words - click "read more": |  Emily Dickinson's house in Amherst, MA |
XXI
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!
From Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
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!
From Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
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