My life closed twice before its close 
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me

So, huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
- Emily Dickinson




They say that "Time assuages" 
Time never did assuage 
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age 

Time is a Test of Trouble 
But not a Remedy 
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no Malady
- Emily Dickinson




He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on -
He stuns you by degrees -
Prepares your brittle Nature
For the Ethereal Blow
By faint Hammers - further heard -
Then nearer - Then so slow
Your Breath has time to straighten -
Your Brain - to bubble Cool -
Deals - One - imperial - Thunderbolt -
That scalps your naked Soul -

When Winds take Forests in their Paws -
The Universe - is still -
- Emily Dickinson





A coffin - is a small Domain,
Yet able to contain
A Citizen of Paradise
In its diminished Plane.

A Grave - is a restricted Breadth -
Yet ampler that the Sun -
And all the Seas he populates
And Lands He looks upon

To him who on its small Repose
Bestows a single Friend -
Circumference without Relief -
Or Estimate - or End -
- Emily Dickinson




Listen to the mustn'ts, child 
Listen to the don'ts 
Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts 
Listen to the never haves, 
then listen close to me... 
Anything can happen, child 
Anything can be. 
-Shel Silverstein