Emily Dickinson is by far my favorite poet. She captures her detailed thoughts on what the world looks like and what it ought to be, life and death, endings and beginnings, nature and eternity. Her most well-known poem starts with four lines and they’ve been running through my head for awhile now. . .
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul. And sings the tune–without the words and never stops at all.
A few excerpts from other poems:
If certain, when this life was out, that your’s and mine should be, I’d toss it yonder like a rind and taste eternity.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. If I can ease one life the aching, or cool one pain, or help one fainting robin unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.