![]() ![]() So huge, so hopeless to concieve As these that twice befell. Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.Ī third event to me. Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it. He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust. He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust It is better to be the hammer than the anvil. Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door. That it will never come again is what makes life sweet. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. ![]() I'll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity. Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.Įmily Dickinson (Hope is the thing with feathers) ![]()
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