The woman had more insight into humanity than almost anyone else. Considering she was a shut-in before the age of the intertoobz, that's pretty remarkable.
Here's two of my favorites.
"Faith" is a fine invention
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
I took my Power in my Hand
I took my Power in my Hand—
And went against the World—
'Twas not so much as David—had—
But I—was twice as bold—
I aimed by Pebble—but Myself
Was all the one that fell—
Was it Goliath—was too large—
Or was myself—too small?
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Thank you, thank you, thank you for including Dickinson's proper capitalization and punctuation! Too many editors edit them out, and do a disservice to her poetry as a result.
I asked no other thing,
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty merchant smiled.
Brazil? He twirled a button,
Without a glance my way:
"But, madam, is there nothing else
That we can show to-day?"
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