Poetry
Quotes
A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest,
A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs: A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings! Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, "you're hurt" exclaim Poem by Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson poems
Because I Could Not Stop for DeathThe Brain - is wider than the Sky
The Bustle in a House
