I’m Nobody
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us–don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
I quote this poem to my children often. I don’t exactly know why; I suppose it’s because I have it memorized, and I like the sound of it. I hope that’s not what I’m doing when I blog: telling my name the livelong day to an admiring bog. However, there’s probably no danger. I don’t really think there’s much of a “bog” out there—just a few discerning frogs and tadpoles.
My American Literature discussion group will be talking about Emily Dickinson tomorrow.
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I did a double take. For a second I thought you’d typed “to an admiring blog.” Heh. There might be something to that….
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[...] I’ve posted my favorite before, back when I did this American literature discussion group thing a couple of years ago. I probably like it because I remember my mother quoting it to me, and I have it memorized. Also it comes in handy to quote in so many situations. [...]
Here’s my favorite:
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!