In Sunday School this morning a friend was retelling of how she was required to memorize a poem each week in her junior high English class. She chose Emily Dickinson, and her favorite poem, which she recited for us, "I'm Nobody, Who Are You?":
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!
Dickinson believed in telling the truth, but in doing so at a glance because most can't stand the glaring light of the truth told straight on. (Heavily Paraphrased)