I’m an exile! Who are you?

 

I found a site where you can write your own Emily Dickinson “I’m nobody! Who are you?” poem (mad lib style).

Here is Emily Dickinson’s version:

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!

 

Here is mine (after some necessary fiddling):

I’m an exile! Who are you?
Are you an exile, too?
Then there’s a universe of us — don’t tell!
They’d colonize, you know.

How squandered to be somebody!
How gyred, like a cog
To yield your thoughts the livelong day
To an insatiable bog!

 

 

Full Pink Moon

April 20, 6:25 a.m. (EDT)

 

It is the month of the full pink moon, named after flowers that appear abundantly in the early spring. 

 

It also happens to be the name of one of my favorite songs: 

     

      Nick Drake’s Pink Moon

 

How the light gets in

 

 Ring the bells that can still ring,

Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack in everything.

That’s how the light gets in.

 

 

Leonard Cohen, Stranger Music

Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons 

Neighboring Solitudes

   

“Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.”

 

Excerpt from Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties 

Illustration: Altered Hermit card from Rider Waite Smith Tarot deck