Oh, Emily, I think I am you.
I've seen your words and know them well.
You're right--
Birds are more understanding than most people,
I would rather think of Emerson than meet him,
And the four walls of an empty room are more inviting
Than a room full of frog-like scholars could ever be.
I don't know why, Emily, but I understand you.
I read your words yesterday with those ribbiting students.
They laughed at you--
But I didn't.
I felt sad--
Sad because I am you,
Sad because they were laughing at us.
-MB
This poem is a response to this poem by her:
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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