To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. -Emily Dickinson Nature
Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only! -Emily Dickinson Faith
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. -Emily Dickinson Death
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. -Emily Dickinson Poetry
