Today’s literary quote of the day is from Emily Dickinson (poem 312 and 536).
312′
Her – “last Poems” –
Poets-ended-
Silver-perished-with her Tongue-
Not on Record-bubbled other,
Flure-orWoman-
So divine-
Not unto its Summer-Morning
Robin-uttered Half the Tune-
Gushed too free for the Adoring-
From the Anglo-Florentine-
Late-the Praise-
‘This Dull-conferring
On the Head too High to Crown-
Dadem-or Ducal Showing-
Be its Grave-sufficient sign-
Nought-that We- No Poet’s Kinsman-
Suffocate-with easy wo-
What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom-
Put Her down-in Italy?536
The Heart asks Pleasure-first-
And then-Excuse from Pain-
And then-those little Anodynes
That deaden suffering-And then-to go to sleep-
And then-if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The privilige to die-
As always, feel free to share your thoughts regarding this particular quote or drop one of your own favorite literary quotes in the comment section of this post.
P.S.
I’m far from an expert regarding Emily Dickinson. I was simply reading some of her poems today, and these 2 were among a couple that appealed (a lot) to me.
