Emily Dickinson Quotes About Birds

Quotes about: Birds

• I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

  Emily Dickinson

  Love, Hope, Bird

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.2435, Delphi Classics

• We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.

  Emily Dickinson

  Educational, Eggs, Bird

  Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.288, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

• God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.

  Emily Dickinson

  Justice, Bird, Crumbs

  Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.110, First Avenue Editions

• Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So gradual the Grace A pensive Custom it becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest felt at Noon When August burning low Arise this spectral Canticle Repose to typify Remit as yet no Grace No Furrow on the Glow Yet a Druidic Difference Enhances Nature now.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Loneliness, Differences

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1346, Delphi Classics

• I have a Bird in spring
  Which for myself doth sing -
  The spring decoys.
  And as the summer nears -
  And as the Rose appears,
  Robin is gone.
  Yet do I not repine
  Knowing that Bird of mine
  Though flown -
  Learneth beyond the sea
  Melody new for me
  And will return.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Spring, Sea

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.244, Delphi Classics

• Our little kinsmen after rain
  In plenty may be seen,
  a pink and pulpy multitude
  The tepid ground upon;
  A needless life if seemed to me
  Until a little bird
  As to a hospitality
  Advanced and breakfasted.

  Emily Dickinson

  Rain, Garden, Bird

  Emily Dickinson (1963). “Poems: Including Variant Readings Critically Compared with All Known Manuscripts”

• I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again

  Emily Dickinson

  Yield, Hands, Bird

  Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.421, Harvard University Press

• Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

  Emily Dickinson

  Sea, Land, Bird

  c.1860 Complete Poems, no.254 (first published 1891).

• I had been hungry all the years- My noon had come, to dine- I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. 'Twas this on tables I had seen When turning, hungry, lone, I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread, 'Twas so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature's diningroom. The plenty hurt me, 'twas so new,-- Myself felt ill and odd, As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road. Nor was I hungry; so I found That hunger was a way Of persons outside windows, The entering takes away.

  Emily Dickinson

  Hurt, Wine, Years

  Emily Dickinson, “I Had Been Hungry All The Years”

• These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

  Emily Dickinson

  Two, Bird, Looks

  "These are the days when birds" l. 1 (ca. 1859)

• My Faith is larger than the Hills— So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the Sun the way— 'Tis first He steps upon the Vane— And then — upon the Hill— And then abroad the World He go To do His Golden Will— And if His Yellow feet should miss— The Bird would not arise— The Flowers would slumber on their Stems— No Bells have Paradise— How dare I, therefore, stint a faith On which so vast depends— Lest Firmament should fail for me— The Rivet in the Bands

  Emily Dickinson

  Faith, Flower, Purple

  Emily Dickinson, Cristanne Miller (2016). “Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them”, p.243, Harvard University Press

• No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings.

  Emily Dickinson

  Sky, Wings, Bird

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.2381, Delphi Classics

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