It's on this day, in 1830, that the poet Emily Dickinson was born. I'm actually a distant relative of Miss Dickinson, hence the shout out to the poetess.
"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else," said she.
To read some of her work, go here.
I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The realm of you.
And, for an added thrill, her poem "The Sky Is Low...":
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