Emily Dickinson, from a letter to F.S. Cooper written c. February 1876
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…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
Emily Dickinson; The Letters of Emily Dickinson
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"A love so big it scares her, rushing among her small heart pushing aside the blood."
- Emily Dickinson, from a letter to unknown recipient, The Letters of Emily Dickinson, Vol 1.
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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles
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Emily Dickinson, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Emily Dickinson
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Stories Found Letters to Emily. E. Dickinson.
From a house... through one of its windows with a view of hope, of crazy nights, of words like swords. In the center of the great city emanated love, a perfume of nostalgia that silently penetrated all the senses, the people, those who died and those who said goodbye under the shade to see and try to smile at Emily. One day Juan, a pragmatic guy, arrived and sat alone in the middle of nowhere, he noticed and remained motionless dreaming in the air when he felt someone staring at him, when he discovered that elegant woman, he said: inside himself; his demeanor and beauty seems to surpass everything beautiful, the intangible that I have not lived.
[...] Juan, the man who claimed to be a rain bard. And who never stops or refuses anything in the face of a woman's mysticism and sensuality, tried to groom himself from head to toe again and again, and introduce himself. At the sight of him, Emily's heart skipped a beat, she blushed and turned away from the window. Juan could not contain himself, he fell in love and joined the feast of nature and when the wind began to sway the grass, he had to leave, he decided to leave his heart for what he would take and Emily had given him her soul that lay naked before those clean eyes.
— Juan Francisco Palencia. Brief Narratives.
[Incidental place where words meet intertwine. Philosophy, Contemporary Literature, thoughts, love, poetry, feelings, minimalism, re' readings.]
*Translation and Edition. Alexandra McGregor www.McGrecor.com/ (exclusive contribution) Harrisburg Pennsylvania. USA.
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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Lavinia Dickinson written c. march 1862
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and you and I have tasted it, and found it very sweet; even as fragrant flowers, o'er which the bee hums and lingers, and hums more for the lingering.
Emily Dickinson, excerpt from a letter to Susan Huntington Dickinson (February 1853)
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When I look around me and find myself alone, I sigh for you again; little sigh, and vain sigh, which will not bring you home.
Emily Dickinson.
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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (May 1848)
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