Tag: Emily Dickinson

I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In serach of Something—as it seemed— Then Cloudier become— And then—obscure with Fog— And then—be soldered down Without disclosing what it be ‘Twere blessed to have seen— (#547, Emily Dickinson) I haven’t died yet; but I’ve died thousands of times.  Sometimes to addictions.  Sometimes […]