Psych Once More, With Feeling

I am nobody.
Are you nobody too?

It would be silly not to mention Emily Dickinson.
The woman, anyway, published one poem during her lifetime, never married, and almost didn't talk to anyone. She is, together with Walt Whitman, today considered as the mother of all American poetry.

But it is funny how we need a formal intermediary to help us discover somebody is great. She is so presented as one of the 'luckier' ones, having an intense spiritual life.

It is almost certain anyone could be shown as worth attention with such help. It must be the flesh and the bones that get in the way. There's also that wry remark of something like your being alive prevented them from..

To the interested reader, I recommend the piece of where she compares herself to a drunkard, inebriated with love for nature.