I'm not a fan(atic).

The Letter.

Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him-
Tell him the page I didn't write;
Tell him I only said the syntax, and left the verb and pronoun out.

Tell him just how the fingers hurried,
Then how they waded, slow, slow, slow;
And then you wished you had eyes in your pages,
So you could see what moved them so.

"Tell him it wasn't a practised writer,
You guessed, from the way the sentence toiled;
You could hear the bodice tug behind you,
As if it held but the might of a child;
You almost pitied it, you, worked it so.
Tell him - No you may quibble there,
For it would split his heart to know it,
And then you and I were silenter.

"Tell him night finished before we finished,
And the old clock kept neighing 'day!'
And you got sleepy and begged to be ended-
What could it hinder so, to say?
Tell him just how she sealed you, cautious,
But if he ask where you are hid
Until to-morrow, - happy letter!
Gesture, coquette, and shake your head.
-Emily Dickinson.

I know you got excited for a moment and thought I wrote that but hah...no. I wish I had the mental juices to come up with something like that.

I adore that poem.

Must get sleep. Practice at 5:15 am!