Part Four: Time and Eternity XVI THE CLOUDS their backs together laid, The north begun to push, The forests galloped…
Author Emily Dickinson
A little Snow was Here and There A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair — Since…
There’s a Certain Slant of Light There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft…
A Book There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page…
The Single Hound I Adventure most unto itself The Soul condemned to be; Attended by a Single Hound— Its own…
Peril as a Possession (Part Five: The Single Hound VI) Peril as a possession ’T is good to bear, Danger…
The Blunder is to Estimate (Part Five: The Single Hound XVI) The blunder is to estimate “Eternity is Then,” We…
Exhilaration is the Breeze (Part Five: The Single Hound XI) Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the ground,…
The Right to Perish Might be Thought (Part Five: The Single Hound V) The right to perish might be thought An…
Fame is a Fickle Food (Part 5: The Single Hound IV) Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate,…