Is it just me?

So here's a poem of Emily's.
It's the first one I've ever read that is immediately understandable.
But it's given as an example of a totally incomprehensible one.

A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Your prayers, oh Passer by!
From such a common ball as this
Might date a Victory!
From marshallings as simple
The flags of nations swang
Steady - my soul: What issues
Upon thy arrow hang!

How 'bout?

I woke up this morning full of energy
It's kind of scary, even
This is the kind of energy
That can cause great things to happen
Simple beginnings as this
Have created new countries
I've got to stay cool: Who knows
What will happen today.

Or even;

O! What a beautiful morning!
O! What a beautiful day!
I've got a (kind of a scary) beautiful feeling
Everything's going my way.

Or, What the hell'

Goodness - Gracious -
Great balls of Fire!!!

Go figure

Actually, I woke up today with a feeling similar to that.
I'd describe it to you, but I've just done that.

Besides, "feelings" are useless and have no practical value.

I'm sure that today will be no more than the usual click of the conveyor belt that drags us to the edge of the big garbage dump ("transfer station" these days) in the sky.

But I do feel "empowered" what ever that may mean.
I remember a feeling similar to this back in my school days about this time of year when summer vacation was near an end.
I would get psyched up feeling that I was ready, willing and more than able to tear school a new one.
Said feeling tapering off in the first few weeks to the usual boredom and ennui that did so much to ruin the other three seasons.

I find that the Psych book abt Emily was printed in '71 and written in '51
In those days it was considered useful to make up scary stories about "troubled" people and assign labels such as "neurotic" or "psychotic".
Today, of course, we've developed many wondrous drugs to make those who say things we don't want to hear shut up.

Any amount of serious reading about the time in which Emily lived will make it obvious that the only "sane" way to deal with the air headed stupidity of that society was to hide in the attic.
Come to think of it that pretty much defines the situation today.

Whoops! we're back to Thucydides again.
I'll be posting my take on that portion of history soon.

But don't hold your breath.