620It makes no difference abroad—The Seasons—fit—the same—The Mornings blossom into Noons—And split their Pods of Flame—Wild flowers—kindle in the Woods—The Brooks slam—all the Day—No Black bird bates his Banjo—For...

I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels—twice descendingReimbursed my store—Burglar! Banker—Father!I am poor once more! By Emily Dickinson...

If I shouldn’t be aliveWhen the Robbins come,Give the one in Red Cravat,A Memorial crumb.If I couldn`t thank you,Being fast asleep,You will know I`m tryingWith my Granit lip.By Emily Dickinson Если с...

I’m Nobody! Who are you?Are you – Nobody – too?Then there’s a pair of us!Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!How dreary – to be – Somebody!How public – like a Frog – To tell one’s name – the livelong June – To an admiri...

State and Homeland aren't the same State is something dark or grayHomeland is like something warmGreen or virid, something owned.Homeland is a place of the heart Even if your life's in a dark"Mother's spirit " will save y...