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How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! These lines are also from a poem by Emily Dickinson, titled "I'm Nobody! Who are you?" In the following lines of the poem, the speaker contrasts the freedom of being a nobody with the burdens of being a somebody.
By abdul3 years ago in Poets
"I'm Nobody! Who are you?" 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.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each It Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads We were toward eternity.
We paused before a house that seemed Swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound These lines are from the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. In this stanza, the speaker and Death have stopped in front of a house that appears to be swelling off the ground.
Or rather, he passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. These lines are also from the same poem, "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. Here, the speaker continues to describe her carriage ride with Death, but the perspective shifts to the experience of the speaker as they pass through a field.
We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun.
The wine at Le Snooty Café Costs a fortune and tastes like stale hay. No one wants to look crass So they down the whole glass,
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
A simple vessel, clear and bright, A water bottle, a helpful sight, In hand it sits, a trusty friend, A drink of water, it can extend.
By new king3 years ago in Poets
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. These lines are the opening stanza of the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson.
Once upon a time, there was a small online business that sold handmade products. The business had a website where customers could browse and purchase items, and the owner also used social media to promote the products.
By SANJAI 3 years ago in Poets
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By Zulqarnain Haider3 years ago in Poets
What if Jesus came to your home for lunch, What would you say, what would you munch? Would you be nervous, filled with dread,
By Judith3 years ago in Poets
