Emily Dickinson

I'm nobody
Who are you
Are you nobody, too
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell

The Soul selects her own Society —
Then — shuts the Door —
To her divine Majority —
Present no more —

49I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod
Twice have I stood a
Before the door of God

Surgeons must be very careful    When they take the knife
Underneath their fine incisions    Stirs the Culprit—Life
Composition Date: ca
1859

Unable are the Loved to
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity—Unable they that love—to
For Love reforms

She rose to his requirement,
The playthings of her
To take the honorable
Of woman and of wife

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

A door just opened on a street —  I, lost, was passing by —An instant's width of warmth disclosed  And wealth, and company
The door as sudden shut, and I,  I, lost, was passing by, —Lost doubly, but by contrast most,  Enlightening misery

Before you thought of spring,
Except as a surmise,
You see,
God bless his suddenness,

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,

I had no time to hate,
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample
Could finish enmity