Why I am no good at the stage, why I always feel like running away, and when I am ready to do so I try very hard to remember all my friends who choose to sit in the quiet with someone like me.
Once I sat at a round table full with famous elbows. I felt so very little, so very unnecessary. And so glad—because I can stand up and walk away, and I did.
I’m Nobody! Who are you? (288)
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you — Nobody — Too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise — you know!
How dreary — to be — Somebody!
How public — like a Frog —
To tell one’s name — the livelong June —
To an admiring Bog!
This is from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by Thomas H. Johnson, published by Little, Brown & Company, 1960.