Top 52 Quotes About Emily Dickinson Poetry
#1. In snow thou comest
Thou shalt go with resuming ground
The sweet derision of thx crow
And Glee's advancing sound
Emily Dickinson
#2. Who loves you most, and loves you best, and thinks of you when others rest? 'Tis Emilie.
Emily Dickinson
#3. I know that I myself have felt that prickling of the scalp that Emily Dickinson tells us is the sign of recognition before a true poem.
May Sarton
#4. I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.
Emily Dickinson
#5. Oh my darling one, how long you wander from me, how weary I grow of waiting and looking, and calling for you; sometimes I shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you'll never go away, oh you never will.
Emily Dickinson
#6. Moom' and 'tomb' actually rhyme, which is something Dickinson hardly ever did, preferring near-rhymes such as 'mat/gate', 'tune/sun,' and 'balm/hermaphrodite.
Connie Willis
#8. Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye ...
Emily Dickinson
#9. How vain it seems to write, when one knows how to feel
how much more near and dear to sit beside you, talk with you, hear the tones of your voice ... Give me strength, Susie, write me of hope and love, and of hearts that endure ...
Emily Dickinson
#11. Sometimes when I've got a baseball player alone, I'll just read Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman to him. And the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen. Course, a guy'll listen to anything if he thinks its foreplay.
Ron Shelton
#12. Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver" -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest,
Her heart is fit for home-
I- a Sparrow- build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
Emily Dickinson
#13. PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to ... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.
Emily Dickinson
#14. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson
#15. She dwelleth in the Ground
Where Daffodils - abide
Her Maker - Her Metropolis
The Universe - Her Maid
To fetch Her Grace - and Hue
And Fairness - and Renown
The Firmament's - To Pluck Her
And fetch Her Thee - be mine -
Emily Dickinson
#16. We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
Emily Dickinson
#17. I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,
And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
How many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.
Emily Dickinson
#18. Split the Lark - and you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled.
Emily Dickinson
#19. Your absence insanes me so
I do not feel so peaceful, when you are gone from me.
Emily Dickinson
#21. I never spoke - unless addressed
And then, 'twas brief and low
I could not bear to live - aloud
The Racket shamed me so
And if it had not been so far
And any one I knew
Were going - I had often thought
How noteless - I could die -
Emily Dickinson
#22. Solitude never hurt anyone. Emily Dickinson lived alone, and she wrote some of the most beautiful poetry the world has ever known ... then went crazy as a loon.
Lisa Simpson
Matt Groening
#23. Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain,
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.
The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,
And that 's the skies!
Emily Dickinson
#24. Anne Sexton knows the mind, Walt Whitman knows grass, but Emily Dickinson knows everything.
Matt Haig
#26. Emily Dickinson calls previous poets her kinsmen of the shelf. You can always be consoled by your kinsmen of the shelf and you can participate in poetry by going to them and by trying to make something worthy of them.
Edward Hirsch
#28. Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
Emily Dickinson
#29. Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
Much Madness is divinest Sense
To a discerning Eye
Much Sense - the starkest Madness
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail
Assent - and you are sane
Demur - you're straightway dangerous
And handled with a Chain -
Emily Dickinson
#31. I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. My parents subscribed to a monthly poetry periodical, and as a teenager I was introduced to Denise Levertov, who was an influence.
Francesca Lia Block
#32. Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
Emily Dickinson
#33. I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The realm of you.
Emily Dickinson
#34. Perhaps I asked too large
I take - no less than skies
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town
My Basket holds - just - Firmaments
Those - dangle easy - on my arm,
But smaller bundles - Cram.
Emily Dickinson
#35. The days will have more hours while you are gone away.
Emily Dickinson
#36. For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
Emily Dickinson
#37. Being Jewish, you didn't get into a sorority. So I really was much more outgoing and gregarious. I really didn't want to spend an Emily Dickinson adolescence reading poetry on gravestones, which I did.
Betty Friedan
#38. Water is taught by thirst;
Land, by the oceans passed;
Transport, by throe;
Peace, by its battles told;
Love, by memorial mould;
Birds, by the snow.
Emily Dickinson
#39. Belshazzar had a letter,
He never had but one;
Belshazzar's correspondent
Concluded and begun
In that immortal copy
The conscience of us all
Can read without its glasses
On revelation's wall.
Emily Dickinson
#40. Inebriate of Air - am I
And Debauchee of Dew
Reeling - thro endless summer days
From Inns of Molten Blue -
Emily Dickinson
#41. A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think.
Emily Dickinson
#42. Beauty crowds me till I die,
Beauty, mercy have on me!
But if I expire today,
Let it be in sight of thee
Emily Dickinson
#43. Your poetry--it doesn't deserve to be locked away, hidden from the rest of the world. And neither do you.
Tessa Emily Hall
#44. The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide,
Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.
Emily Dickinson
#45. Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.
Emily Dickinson
#46. Words, to me, are the same as an instrument is to a musician. I never know where this typewriter is going to take me until I begin. I never know what I'm feeling until I read over what I have written.
Tessa Emily Hall
#48. Then I will not repine
Knowing that bird of mine
Though flown shall in a distant tree
Bright melody for me
Return.
Emily Dickinson
#49. To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie
True Poems flee -
Emily Dickinson
#50. If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson
#51. I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there 's a pair of us - don't tell!
They 'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson
#52. The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity
Emily Dickinson
