It is our fate to give ourselves most lavishly to those who'd rather not be burdened with the gift
The Owner of My Face: New & Selected PoemsFriend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?
Poems, Plays and Miscellaneous EssaysTell people HOW MUCH I love them. Feed my sheep. Pour out my love on them.
Poems about Life, Love and GodAfter all, when a thought takes one's breath away, a lesson on grammar seems an impertinence.
Poems by Emily Dickinson Third Series