| EMILY DICKINSON |
| I'm nobody, who are you?
I'm nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too? 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! |
| Heart, we will forget him
! Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! �lest while you�re lagging I may remember him! |
| Poem 22 ( I gave myself to him )
I gave myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way The value might disappoint, Myself a poorer prove Than this my purchaser suspect, The daily own of Love Depreciates the sight; But, 'til the merchant buy, Still fabled, in the isles of spice The subtle cargoes lie. At least, 'tis mutual risk, Some found it mutual gain; Sweet debt of Life, each night to owe, Insolvent, every noon. |
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Yesterday is History,
'Tis so far away Yesterday is Poetry 'Tis Philosophy Yesterday is mystery Where it is Today While we shrewdly speculate Flutter both away |
| Yesterday |