If Emily Dickinson were on AW, she would say...

Untrue. I believe she'd begin with something along the lines of, "Waaaah, Ah'm Emily Dickinson, Ah'm soooo depressed. Waah-waah, bloogey-bloo Dickinson."

And then she'd end it all classy like, talkin' 'bout goblin bees and such, what with their goadin' and the hurtin' and such. And not statin' their stings, or whatever.

That's what she'd say.

S[SIZE=-1]AFE[/SIZE] in their alabaster chambers,
[SIZE=-1][/SIZE] Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
[SIZE=-2][/SIZE] Sleep the meek members of AW,[SIZE=-2][/SIZE]
Rafter of pixels, and roof of MacAllister Stone.[SIZE=-2][/SIZE]

Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;[SIZE=-2] 5[/SIZE]
Babbles the PeeDee in a stolid ear;
[SIZE=-2][/SIZE] Pipe the sweet newbies in ignorant cadence,—[SIZE=-2][/SIZE]
Ah, what sagacity perished here![SIZE=-2][/SIZE]

Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
[SIZE=-2][/SIZE] Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,[SIZE=-2] 10
[/SIZE] Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
[SIZE=-2][/SIZE] Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.[SIZE=-2][/SIZE]


filched and modified from Part IV: Time & Eternity by Emily Dickinson

Whatever this new form weathers

I'm still a life without feathers.

In the bitter sting of loneliness
A Thread does lay, a horrible mess
When in the still of solitude it dies
From lack of life sustaining replies.

Emily Dickenson was wrong, Hope isn't the thing with feathers. The thing with feathers is my nephew. I'm taking him to a specialist in Zurich next week.

~Woody Allen~