“Camerado, this is no book, who touches this touches a man…”

“Camerado, this is no book,
Who touches this touches a man…”

–Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Person to person and man to man,
I’m back in touch with my long lost friend…

Nowhere Man

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!

–Emily Dickinson