I live, I die, I burn, I drownI endure at once chill and coldLife is at once too soft and too hardI have sore troubles mingled with joys Suddenly I laugh and at the same time cryAnd in pleasure many a grief endureMy happiness wanes and yet it lasts unchangedAll…
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“To break out of the chaos of my darknessInto a lucid day is all my will.My words like eyes in night, stare to reachA centre for their light: and my acts thrownTo distant places by impatient violenceYet lock together to mould a path of stoneOut of my darkness into a…
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“Nature” is what we see—The Hill—the Afternoon—Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—Nay—Nature is Heaven—Nature is what we hear—The Bobolink—the Sea—Thunder—the Cricket—Nay—Nature is Harmony—Nature is what we know—Yet have no art to say—So impotent Our Wisdom isTo her Simplicity. Emily Dickinson