Some voices are so distinctive and indelible that, once heard, they occupy rooms all their own in your mind.
Happy (180th) Birthday, Emily!
I’d subscribe to her Twitter feed in a heartbeat.
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Escape is such a thankful Word
Our lives are Swiss –
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –
—Emily Dickinson (first lines)