by EmilyDickinsonXIPartingA Syllable A Syllable Could mortal lip divine
The undeveloped freight
Of a delivered syllable,
'T would crumble with the weight.
by EmilyDickinsonA ManGriefsVentures Ventures Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
For the one ship that struts the shore
Many's the gallant, overwhelmed creature
Nodding in navies…
by EmilyDickinsonThe Soul's StormThirstLI 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…
by EmilyDickinsonContrastFireFriends Friends Are friends delight or pain?
Could bounty but remain
Riches were good. But if they only stay
Bolder to fly away,
Riches are sad…
