“For the first time since her death, almost all of her poetry, published and unpublished, finished and unfinished, appears together in high-resolution scans, just waiting for readers and scholars to page through it electronically,” writes Casey N. Cep in the Paris Review Daily.
A feat! — for somebody who had few poems published in her lifetime and thought of herself as a nobody. But — how dreary! — too:
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
Visit her online bog at Emily Dickinson Archive.