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.