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Comment 14 of 104, added on December 27th, 2004 at 5:15 AM.
It would be nice if they actually got the poem correct. The correct poem
is:
Part One: Life
XXVII
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! 5
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Jennifer from United States
Comment 13 of 104, added on December 26th, 2004 at 8:24 AM.
To be somebody or to be nobody is a kind of life but it is by the chance of
one's fate!here the "frogs "are barking like someone else
panlifeng from China
Comment 12 of 104, added on December 26th, 2004 at 12:02 AM.
i`m nobody,i always lose myself.but,love makes the world go round.i feel
happy now.
Grace
Comment 11 of 104, added on December 16th, 2004 at 2:45 AM.
I think... her bitterness and sorrow come through in this poem
despite her intetions to keep it within, many times her sarcastic tone
hides a inner deep loathing
what appeals to me most in this poem, though is the unique play of points
of view, asking a direct question at the reader, engaging one in a sort of
one-sided conversation
emily never had an audience, probably never intended to have this poem
published, or seen by the world
it seems, this poem was a inner consolation for herself, and her lingering
doubts
at the same time, she also portrays a strong view of individualism and
contentment with who we are, much contrary to the megolomania our society
often exerts
instead of living behind a shallow facade, she wants us to be ourselves!
abe from United States
Comment 10 of 104, added on December 8th, 2004 at 7:01 PM.
I think she is expressing herself very well in this poem and people do
think to much of theirselves and i agree with her and i admire her for
doing what she did. She didnt want to be recognized because if she did want
to be then she couldnt do anything in her life alone and without people all
over her like flies on poopy.
Meredith from United States
Comment 9 of 104, added on November 30th, 2004 at 7:33 PM.
emili uses similes in this poe, like " how public like a frog". In her
poems,emili usually uses "i" instad of taking in tird person (he, she, it).
I think this poem is very soothing.
mariana from United States
Comment 8 of 104, added on November 20th, 2004 at 1:41 AM.
i think that she is trying to justify or convince herself that there is
nothing wrong with her seclusion from society. I also think that the other
person or the other "nobody" could possibly be Charles Wadswoth as he too
led a very solitary life. And that maybe that they need not go public about
their relations, like you would here the frogs vocalising in the heat of
June, in the swamps - "bog"
Christianne from New Zealand
Comment 7 of 104, added on November 18th, 2004 at 10:57 PM.
I think Emily was trying to say that people are more interesting when they
keep their lives and thoughts to themselves. I know that this is true in my
own life. I would much rather get to know the deep and quiet person in the
back of the classroom than the person who is always talking and exposing
their personal thoughts to everyone. Mystery makes you more appealing in my
eyes.
Whitney from United States
Comment 6 of 104, added on November 18th, 2004 at 8:10 PM.
I think that in this poem, Emily Dickinson is trying to share how she feels
- she likes people not knowing who she is becouse when she was growing up,
lots of people knew who she was because of her father. I also think that
she had just met somebody just like herself when this was written.
Sarah from United States
Comment 5 of 104, added on November 17th, 2004 at 3:02 PM.
i think she no have friend family died or i dont no
gian cedeño from Panama
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It would be nice if they actually got the poem correct. The correct poem
is:
Part One: Life
XXVII
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! 5
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Jennifer from United States