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“En écrivant, elle s'efface. Elle disparaît derrière le brin d'herbe que, sans elle, on n'aurait jamais vu. Elle n'écrit pas pour s'exprimer, quelle horreur, ce mot lui rappelle celui d'expectorer, dans les deux cas le résultat ne peut être qu'un phlegme gluant, plein de glaires ; elle n'écrit pas pour se distinguer. Elle écrit pour témoigner : ici a vécu une fleur, trois jours de juillet de l'an 18**, tuée par une ondée un matin. Chaque poème est un minuscule tombeau élevé à la mémoire de l'invisible.”
― Les villes de papier
― Les villes de papier
“Emily écrit sur le monde qu'elle habite, tout en sachant qu'il serait plus beau si personne ne l'habitait.”
― Les villes de papier
― Les villes de papier
“I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.”
― Prozac Nation
― Prozac Nation
“That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.”
― Prozac Nation
― Prozac Nation
“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb –
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here –
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb –
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here –
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –”
― The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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