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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

On Self-Confidence

Letter: Emily Dickinson

This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,--
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

Letter: Response

This is my letter to Miss D.
Who never shared a verse
Who left the charge her books to burn
Upon her soul's disperse:
Your message now committed
The world it now can see
The words you sheltered from our hands
and judged so crookedly.
Aye, hope is the thing with feathers
That stills the gloomy rain
And hope- the essence of your odes:
You did not live in vain.


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