Yesterday I met a little gal who is a distant relative to Emily Dickinson. I didn’t know that when she revealed what she loved best about Ms. Dickinson. She recited, mostly from heart, Dickinson’s poem, “I’m Nobody! Who Are You?”
After hearing her marvelous recitation, I looked up to her tri-fold presentation. At the middle panel’s top left hand corner, a photocopy of Emily Dickinson’s photo was pasted. Right away I saw the resemblence. I pointed it out to my newly acquainted small scholar. She speared her finger out toward a fun fact printed on the bottom of the panel: “I am a distant relative to Emily Dickinson.”
As I re-read Dickinson’s poem this morning – it struck me – her poem, ‘I’m Nobody! Who Are You?’, was ultimately written by one who became quite a ‘Somebody’:
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!