SUPERIORITY TO FATE - Superiority to fate
Superiority to fate / Is difficult to learn.
DEAD
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There's something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon its breast,
And will not tell its name.
Some touch it and some kiss it,
Some chafe its idle hand;
It has a simple gravity
I do not understand!
While simple-hearted neighbors
Chat of the 'early dead,'
We, prone to periphrasis,
Remark that birds have fled!
More poems by Emily Dickinson
To learn the transport by the pain
To learn the transport by the pain, / As blind men learn the sun;
THE blunder is to estimate
THE blunder is to estimate,– / Eternity is Then,
Not with a club the heart is broken
Not with a club the heart is broken, / Nor with a stone;