Another work contends that Death is a dialogue between spirit and dust, while another pictures heaven as a small town lit with a ruby, stiller than the fields at the full dew.
This author contends that a pedantic sunshine in a satin vest is equivalent to portraits functioning as daily faces. Another work contends that Death is a dialogue between spirit and dust, while another pictures heaven as a small town lit with a ruby, stiller than the fields at the full dew. Other ideas include the identity condemning the soul and another work describes a "forbidden ear / the distant strains of triumph / break, agonized and clear." This author that described the soul as something that closes the valves of attention like stone after she selects her own society also tasted a liquor never brewed. For ten points, name this Amherst native who wrote "Because I could Not Stop for Death."
This author contends that a pedantic sunshine in a satin vest is equivalent to portraits functioning as daily faces.
Emily Dickinson