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 one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

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Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
’T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.        
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.

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A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish,—some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came       
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.

But somewhere in my soul, I know
I ’ve met the thing before;        
It just reminded me—’t was all—
And came my way no more.
MY FAVORITE
EMILY DICKINSON
POEMS
LEFT: FAMOUS 1840's PHOTO
RIGHT: RECENTLY DISCOVERED
1850's PHOTO