I HAVE not told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I have not quite the strength now
To break it to the bee.
I will not name it in the street, 5
For shops would stare, that I,
So shy, so very ignorant,
Should have the face to die.
The hillsides must not know it,
Where I have rambled so, 10
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,
Nor lisp it at the table,~Emily Dickinson
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the riddle 15
One will walk to-day!
Today, another prompt inspired by this poem, for all those of you NaNo-ing merrily away out there.
What is your main character’s attitude toward death? Is their attitude toward death in general the same as their attitude toward their own death? How does this attitude affect their actions and interactions with others? What happens when they find themselves in a life-or-death situation?