Date: 1892

"Least village boasts its blacksmith, / Whose anvil's even din / Stands symbol for the finer forge / That soundless tugs within, // Refining these impatient ores / With hammer and with blaze, / Until the designated light / Repudiate the forge."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"The thought beneath so slight a film / Is more distinctly seen,-- / As laces just reveal the surge, / Or mists the Apennine."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"The angels, happening that way, / This dusty heart espied."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"That is the manufacturing spot, / And will at home and well."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"Behold the atom I preferred / To all the lists of clay!"

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"One need not be a chamber to be haunted, / One need not be a house; / The brain has corridors surpassing / Material place."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"Winds of summer fields / Recollect the way,-- / Instinct picking up the key / Dropped by memory."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1937

"Figure on her waxen mind / Images of life refin'd."

— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)

Date: 1959, 1964

"run your finger along your no-moss mind / that's not a thought that's soot"

— O'Hara, Francis Russell "Frank" (1926-1966)

Date: 1965

"The ripe brain rotting like a yellow nut / Hatching / Its babel of sea-lice, sandfly, and maggot."

— Walcott, Derek (b. 1930)