Are you- Nobody- too?
There there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise you know!
How dreary- to be- Somebody!
How public- like a Frog-
To tell one's name the livelong June-
To an admiring Bog!
I wish I still had my copy of Best-Loved Poems. I believe it was my Aunt Sharman who gifted the book to me, at the time when I was likely yet receiving Barbies and unicorns.
It was a startling moment- to open this book at age eleven or twelve and discover the language of poetry. What it means to be human, to be alive- those first questions and emotions rising so strong in me and finding that others had experienced them too and given words to them.
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