Emily Dickinson
1831 -1886
Poem -1-
A Murmur in the Trees to note,
Not loud enough for wind.
A Star, not far enough to seek,
Nor near enough to find.
A long, long Yellow on the Lawn,
A Hubbub as of feet.
Not audible as Ours to Us,
But dapperer, more Sweet.
AHurrying Home of little Men,
To Houses unperceived,
All this and more, if I should tell,
Would never be believed.
Of Robins in the Trundle bed,
How many I espy,
Whose Nightgowns could not hide the Wings,
Although I heard them try.
But then I promised ne'er to tell
How could I break My Word?
So go your Way, and I'll go Mine,
No fear you'll miss the Road.
Poem -2 -
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you, Nobody Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise, you know!
How dreary, to be, Somebody
How public, like a Frog,
To tell one's name, the livelong June,
To an admiring Bog!