Poetry
Quotes
I would not paint - a picture
I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on — And wonder how the fingers feel Who rare — celestial — stir — Evokes so sweet a Torment — Such sumptuous — Despair — I would not talk, like Cornets — I'd rather be the One Raised softly to the Ceilings — And out, and easy on — Through Villages of Ether — Myself endued Balloon By but a lip of Metal — The pier to my Pontoon — Nor would I be a Poet — It's finer — own the Ear — Enamored — impotent — content — The License to revere, A privilege so awful What would the Dower be, Had I the Art to stun myself With Bolts of Melody! Poem by Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson poems
I'm Nobody! Who are You?I've Known a Heaven Like a Tent
It was not Death, for I stood up
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