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Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

"Nature" is what we see


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"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Mike Barrett (9/1/2014 5:59:00 AM)

    The last line of this poem was truly inspired - its truth and the impact of that truth beyond amazing! (Report) Reply

  • Barucn Atta (7/29/2013 3:41:00 PM)

    Emily capitalizes her metaphors and the first letter of the line. Squirrel, Eclipse, Bumble bee - yes, these are metaphors, so get busy! (Report) Reply

  • Cat Hodgson (6/18/2013 10:04:00 AM)

    Emily Dickinson one of my favorites, yet I do love poets that write of nature... Cat (Report) Reply

  • Almedia Knight-Oliver (11/6/2009 1:17:00 PM)

    Living a simple life is so natural. So why do we complicate things by creating nature as man-made-gods instead of 'what we see'. a 10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Derek Arakelian (11/6/2009 11:32:00 AM)

    So impotent or wisdom is of the. That last line put so simply, we as humans complicate most things to the EXTREME. We over think and rethink problems in our lives that make us freak out. What is need is a brake from it all and to go back to nature and just listen with an open heart. This hits way to well to me just getting done working in Yosemite NP for the summer, great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Adam Sobh (4/10/2009 11:51:00 AM)

    I'm doing a project on Emily Dickinson for my 11th grade American Literature class, and i need to find a poem by Miss Emily Dickinson and then analyze it, i chose this poem, but i don't really understand it, so if anybody could please explain it to me and help me to better understand it, i would be extremely grateful. (Report) Reply

  • Tracey Gibson (10/18/2008 7:53:00 AM)

    That intelligence we as humans can draw upon, if we have the right mindset, brings words like these together to delight or touch others, in my opinion. But yes, Liv, we know so much as a species but do we understand and see what we know? (Report) Reply

  • Liv Jade (10/31/2006 5:23:00 PM)

    It is so true that the intelligence man prides itself on is completely useless in nature. It makes you wonder the reason for knowing what we do, when it all seems so meaningless. (Report) Reply

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