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—
-Emily Dickinson
The United States of Stephen
About
I like to write; I like to watch and read and experience life, then tell you about it. Entertainment is what I do. I sing; I act; I dance; I teach others to do these things, too. In a nutshell though, I spend time observing and learning to appreciate-- to really "see". New music to celebrity news, to world events to my many life mishaps, let's give this a try.
