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POETRY: The Soul Unto Itself by Emily Dickinson

The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend—
Or the most agonizing Spy—
An Enemy—could send—

Secure against its own—
No treason it can fear— 11 more words

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’T was such a little, little boat
That toddled down the bay!
’T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That beckoned it away!

’T was such a greedy, greedy wave… 23 more words

Emily Dickinson

Poetry Classics: I Heard A Fly Buzz—When I Died, By Emily Dickinson

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm – 105 more words


Book Review: The Thing With Feathers

The Thing With Feathers – McCall Hoyle – Blink – Published 5 September 2017



Emilie Day believes in playing it safe: she’s homeschooled, her best friend is her seizure dog, and she’s probably the only girl on the Outer Banks of North Carolina who can’t swim. 556 more words


Poem of the Week 51

Hope is the Thing With Feathers

Emily Dickinson

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers—

That perches in the soul—

And sings the tune without the words— 56 more words

Emily Dickinson

Nothing really...

What have you done today?

Nothing really

The day that wasn’t …


I began with coffee in my favorite cup (the one you gave me) in the dark of the morning kitchen. 416 more words