"I died for Beauty—but was scarce"

by: Emily Dickinson

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"?
"For Beauty," I replied—
"And I—for Truth—Themself are One—
We Brethren, are," He said—

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night—
We talked between the Rooms—
Until the Moss had reached our lips—
And covered up—our names—

I'm nobody! Who are you?

As some of you may know I named this blog after an Emily Dickinson poem. I thought it fit perfectly with the whole narcissistic concept of blogging. My thoughts, my views, my words.

By now you have probably noticed I changed the background layout to something a little more interesting than the cut-and-paste one from before. While fooling around with it for way longer than I will admit to I began to think back to what it was I originally wanted to do with this blog... which brings me back to Dickinson. I wanted to use this as a platform to share some engaging words or lyrics from time to time that I found contemplative or thought-provoking.

I figure there's no better place to start than the "Favorite Quote" I've had on my Facebook page since 2004.

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Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around—nobody big, I mean—except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.

J.D. Salinger