I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf.
Catégorie : english
I had no time to hate
I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Dear March
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest
Did you leave Nature well
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me
I have so much to tell.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) excerpt from Dear March, Come In
A book
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings !
Taste eternity
If certain, when this life was out
That yours and mine should be,
I’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
From If you were coming in the fall, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
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