The Thing WIth Feathers
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all.”
–Emily Dickinson (New England Mystic Poet, 1830-1886)
Brain Wider Than the Sky
The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and You—beside—
The Brain is deeper than the sea—
For—hold them—Blue to Blue—
The one the other will absorb—
As Sponges—Buckets—do—
The Brain is just the weight of God—
For—Heft them—Pound for Pound—
And they will differ—if they do—
As Syllable from Sound—
–Emily Dickinson (New England Mystic Poet, 1830-1886)
The Light of Truth
“The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind.”
–Emily Dickinson (New England Mystic Poet, 1830-1886)
