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"That was her guiding divinity, Whim in a high sense:
not unruliness, for all her impishness,
but complete subjection to the inner dictate.
--Norman Foerster
The Cambridge History of American Literature
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12.10.01
Today is Emily Dickinson's birthday. She's not to be confused with Angie Dickinson. The best thing I can think of doing to celebrate her exquisite, one-of-a-kind brain is to point you to her Complete Poems. They're okay to read online, but better to buy a book and feel the pages. Here is a taste:
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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