Emily Dickinson — "I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs …"
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an easier size.
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an easier size.
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"The Sun went down – no Sweet Repose Permitted on the Road – To look at what the Day brought forth Or what the Night bestowed."
"The Farthest Thunder that I heard Was that which broke the Cloud – And gave the Summer to the World – But kept the Light behind –"
"The only Barrier to Thought is Sleep."
"To shut me in, I understood, would be to shut me out."
"Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted."
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