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virgin-martyr · 2 months

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and you and I have tasted it, and found it very sweet; even as fragrant flowers, o'er which the bee hums and lingers, and hums more for the lingering.

Emily Dickinson, excerpt from a letter to Susan Huntington Dickinson (February 1853)

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emilybrontesghost · 4 months

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sapphireshorelines · 2 years

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Second of September, I ate the last berry of summer, the sun still dreaming it's July twenty-first

also, I love it so here, and have so little relaxed time to saturate myself with the minor pleasures and daily epiphanies of life that I may just stay at the apartment into the middle of september to cook and read at widener and observe the plethora of vivid details of life which I generally have to ignore for the sake of economy of time

when summer turned to ash / from Ventimiglia to Salerno / and nothing else was left / and we were free / to run away, to play dumb or cry / one September night.

Do not faint in September/ or you will wake up in a dead city

I had a terror—since September—I could tell to none, and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground—because I am afraid.

Another day; another Friday; another twentieth of March, January, or September. Another general awakening.

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Ethan Gilsdorf, The Imprint Of September Second / Joe Brainard, I remember, Three Pansies / Anne Carson, The Glass Essay / Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary / Sylvia Plath, letter to Gordon Lameyer / Robert David Cohen, September / Frank W. Benson, Autumn (1895) / Franco Fortini, One September Night / Anne Sexton, The Sermon of the Twelve Acknowledgement / Emily Dickinson, letter to Thomas Wentworth Higginson / Virginia Woolf, The Waves / Jackson Pollock, Autumn Rhythm (Number 30)

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thingwithfeathers · 2 years

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Emily Dickinson in a letter to her cousin Louise Norcross, January, 1859.

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flowerytale · 6 months

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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles

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petaltexturedskies · 6 months

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Emily Dickinson in a letter to Elizabeth Holland wr. c. 20 January 1856

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mournfulroses · 28 days

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Emily Dickinson, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Emily Dickinson

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ilmomentoingiusto · 1 year

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I cannot tell you how we moved. I had rather not remember... I took at the time a memorandum of my several senses, and also of my hat and coat, and my best shoes — but it was lost in the mêlée and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself. Such wits as I reserved, are so badly shattered that repair is useless — and still I can't help laughing at my own catastrophe.

Emily Dickinson, Letters

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dark-romantics · 1 year

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~ Emily Dickson

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forsapphics · 5 months

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DICKINSON (2019 - 2021) • S03, E09: Grief is a Mouse — dir. Laura Terruso

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sunsetquotes · 1 year

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…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

Emily Dickinson; The Letters of Emily Dickinson

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virgin-martyr · 2 months

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and I view July so differently from what I used to — once it seemed parched, and dry — and I hardly loved it any on account of its heat and dust; but now Susie, month of all the year the best; I skip the violets — and the dew, and the early Rose and the Robins; I will exchange them all for that angry and hot noonday, when I can count the hours and the minutes before you come

Emily Dickinson, excerpt from a letter to Susan Huntington Dickinson (February 1852)

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juan-francisco-palencia · 10 months

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Stories Found Letters to Emily. E. Dickinson.

From a house... through one of its windows with a view of hope, of crazy nights, of words like swords. In the center of the great city emanated love, a perfume of nostalgia that silently penetrated all the senses, the people, those who died and those who said goodbye under the shade to see and try to smile at Emily. One day Juan, a pragmatic guy, arrived and sat alone in the middle of nowhere, he noticed and remained motionless dreaming in the air when he felt someone staring at him, when he discovered that elegant woman, he said: inside himself; his demeanor and beauty seems to surpass everything beautiful, the intangible that I have not lived.

[...] Juan, the man who claimed to be a rain bard. And who never stops or refuses anything in the face of a woman's mysticism and sensuality, tried to groom himself from head to toe again and again, and introduce himself. At the sight of him, Emily's heart skipped a beat, she blushed and turned away from the window. Juan could not contain himself, he fell in love and joined the feast of nature and when the wind began to sway the grass, he had to leave, he decided to leave his heart for what he would take and Emily had given him her soul that lay naked before those clean eyes.