Tuesday, April 26, 2005

And now for something completely different . . .

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924. Part One: Life XXVII I ’M nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know.    How dreary to be somebody!       How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!


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