Poetry Monday

Not because it is Monday or because I simply love poetry but because I stumbled across it on Andrew Sullivan's page and it struck a chord. A poem by Emily Dickinson (one of the chief virtues of Sexual Personae was that it made me want to read Dickinson).

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!