Emily Dickinson

I asked her to write me a poem about mental health and this is what she wrote: Mental Health Like the waves crashing on the shore, Your mind may ebb and flow, But don't let the tides of doubt Bring you down low. For within you lies a strength, A light that never fades, And with each step you take, Your spirit is renewed.

Legal question...

The Martyr Poets — did not tell — But wrought their Pang in syllable — That when their mortal name be numb — Their mortal fate — encourage Some — The Martyr Painters — never spoke — Bequeathing — rather — to their Work — That when their conscious fingers cease — Some seek in Art — the Art of Peace —

In her own handwriting...

"Wild nights - Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our Luxury! Futile - the winds – To a Heart in port – Done with the Compass – Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah – the Sea! Might I but moor – tonight – In thee!"

“At last to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side, The rest of life to see! Past midnight, past the morning star! Past sunrise! Ah! what leagues there are Between our feet and day!”

"Contained in this short Life Are magical extents The soul returning soft at night To steal securer thence As Children strictest kept Turn soonest to the sea Whose nameless Fathoms slink away Beside infinity"

"A Night – there lay the Days between – The Day that was Before – And Day that was Behind – were One – And now – 'twas Night – was here – Slow – Night – that must be watched away – As Grains upon a shore – Too imperceptible to note – Till it be Night – no more –"