Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830. She is one of my favorite poets.
Here is one of hers:
| I DIED for beauty, but was scarce | |
| Adjusted in the tomb, | |
| When one who died for truth was lain | |
| In an adjoining room. | |
| He questioned softly why I failed? | 5 |
| “For beauty,” I replied. | |
| “And I for truth,—the two are one; | |
| We brethren are,” he said. | |
| And so, as kinsmen met a night, | |
| We talked between the rooms, | 10 |
| Until the moss had reached our lips, | |
| And covered up our names. The Dickinson family house in Amherst Massachusetts. Someday I will get there to visit. |



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