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