Sitemap - 2023 - Emily’s Substack
Representing nothing on God's earth now
What is Evolutionary Psychiatry
The world tells me I am its creature
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch
I Lean and Loafe At My Ease Observing a Spear of Summer Grass
Ah, what a trifle is a heart, If once into love's hands it come
When I consider how my light is spent
Whose high endeavors are an inward light that makes the path before him always bright
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace
Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling