“The brain is wider than the sky.”

Poet · 1830 – 1886

American poet whose nearly 1,800 poems, mostly unpublished in her lifetime, made her a central figure of American literature.

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I dwell in possibility.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

Forever is composed of nows.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tune without the words - and never stops at all.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

I find ecstasy in living; the mere sense of living is joy enough.