Emily Dickinson- Selected Poems (1)

A Claude  Monet painting
A Claude Monet painting

Poetry torn up by the roots, with rain and dew and earth still clinging to them,
giving a freshness and a fragrance not otherwise conveyed.”
-Thomas Wentworth Higginson on her poetry.

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
* * * * * *
We outgrow love like other things
And put it in the drawer,
Till it an antique fashion shows
Like costumes grandsires wore.
– – – – – – – –
The soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend,—
Or the most agonizing spy
An enemy could send.

Secure against its own,
No treason it can fear;
Itself its sovereign, of itself
The soul should stand in awe.
* * * * * *
Emily Dickinson

Author: nehal

Physician by profession, I like to spend my spare time reading literature and philosophy, getting to know different cultures and exploring various forms of creative expressions,..paintings,music, photography, cinema, theatre, sculpture and of course poetry. I usually write in my mother tongue Gujarati and sometimes in Hindi and English. Nehal’s world is at the crossroads of my inner and outer worlds, hope you like the journey…

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