"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know it is poetry. If I feel phiysically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know this is poetry. These are the only ways I know it."
I'm Nobody! Who Are You?
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 blog!