ode to a poet

yeterday i was at the butler's blog. he has blogger's block and i replied with a play on an emily dickinson poem that i couldn't quite remember. i too have been having blogger's block so i feel for him.

it's not the only place where i'm feeling blogger's block; i haven't spent anytime on my book for what feels like months now.

i learned in college that in order to be a good writer you also have to be a good reader so i thought i would post some of my favorite classic poems and wait for some inspiration.

feel free to assume yourselves tagged and post some poems of your own.

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by Emily Dickinson

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!


A rose is a rose is a rose
Gertrude Stein

When I am Dead, My Dearest

by Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

God's peace y'all