Category Archives: Emily Dickinson on Life
- Emily Dickinson – CXXVIII – THE past is such a curious creature
- Emily Dickinson – CXXVII – THE bone that has no marrow
- Emily Dickinson – CXXVI – THE brain is wider than the sky
- Emily Dickinson – CXXV – TO hang our head ostensibly
- Emily Dickinson – CXXIV – REMEMBRANCE has a rear and front
- Emily Dickinson – CXXIII – OUR lives are Swiss
- Emily Dickinson – CXXII – LIFE, and Death, and Giants
- Emily Dickinson – CXXI – I WORKED for chaff, and earning wheat
- Emily Dickinson – CXX – I HAD a daily bliss
- Emily Dickinson – CXIX – TO lose one’s faith surpasses