Emily Dickinson 

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Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
I'm nobody! Who are you?


Emily Dickinson, posthumous American correspondent of the Rottend Staal Newsletter, was very much among the living from 1830-1886, just don’t ask how. Reaching thirty, she locked herself in her room due to love lost and wrote some 1700 poems, only to be published after her death. Visit 'this site' for information about her and her family.

And, of course, there's www.google.com if you wish to know more.


Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port, --
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in Thee!

Emily Dickinson


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!

Emily Dickinson



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