My least favorite is Emily Dickinson. Anyone can throw out a quatrain with simple rhymes, and almost every single one can be sung to the tune of “The Yellow Rose of Texas.” (Once I learned that, I have to sing them all
). I would be hard-pressed to pick a favorite, but two came immediately to mind (sorry, cousin Ralph): Robert Frost -“Two roads diverged in a wood and I,
I took the road less travelled by
And that has made all the difference. “
And , heaven help me, Hamlet’s soliloquy:
“To sleep, perchance to dream—aye, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?”
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