“i’m nobody, who are you?
then there’s the pair of us—
don’t tell”
*
looking out
from her bedroom window,
miss Emily
“I’m nobody, who are you? Then there’s a pair of us. Don’t tell…” so begins one of her love poems.
I couldn’t help but think of Emily Dickinson, one of America’s most-loved poets. I think she may have lived her entire life in the one house where she was born, reluctant to leave home or even greet guests. Miss Dickinson never married and in later life was believed to have spent most of her time in her bedroom writing poems and letters to friends. During her lifetime, just 10 of her more than 1,800 poems and one letter were published.
