Poem(s) of the Day

The Oft-Repeated Dream 

She had no saying dark enough  
For the dark pine that kept 
Forever trying the window latch 
Of the room where they slept. 

The tireless but ineffectual hands  
That with every futile pass 
Made the great tree seem as a little bird 
Before the mystery of glass! 

It never had been inside the room,  
And only one of the two 
Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream 
Of what the tree might do. 
- Robert Frost, 1921


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!
- Emily Dickinson