Emily Dickinson

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

There Is Another Sky - Poem by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields—
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Comments about There Is Another Sky by Emily Dickinson

  • Tapan M. Saren Tapan M. Saren (3/2/2016 7:13:00 AM)

    I enjoyed reading it... (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
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  • Siddharth Sahu (10/28/2015 12:53:00 PM)

    So simply conveyed a beautiful theme!! (Report) Reply

  • Nandita Menon (7/24/2015 5:50:00 AM)

    wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! .............. (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock Terry Craddock (5/16/2015 8:27:00 PM)

    As an ardent fan of Emily Dickinson I find this poem even after several readings, stunning in beautiful simplicity and packed with hidden whispering meanings. Loved the haunting appeal. (Report) Reply

  • Steve Lang Steve Lang (5/16/2015 1:01:00 PM)

    Simply stunning............ (Report) Reply

  • Dorothy- A. Holmes Dorothy- A. Holmes (5/16/2015 12:16:00 PM)

    I love the gentle call of her poetry...it speaks to my heart!
    Dorothy alves Holmes (Report) Reply

  • Naida Nepascua Supnet Naida Nepascua Supnet (5/16/2015 11:55:00 AM)

    Oh Emily... what a delight what a joy
    your every poem I enjoy (Report) Reply

  • Purnima Manhas Purnima Manhas (5/16/2015 11:25:00 AM)

    Very nice and refreshing poem... It fills u with hope and power.. (Report) Reply

  • Herbert Guitang Herbert Guitang (5/16/2015 5:53:00 AM)

    There’s other hope in every downfall. After sunset is another sky of sunrise. A masterpiece poen (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (5/16/2015 3:24:00 AM)

    The reclusive Miss Dickinson wrote this poem to her brother, William Austin Dickinson. He was probably her best friend. She called him AWE sometimes. What an eccentric soul she was! I would have liked to have known her.
    A simple, fun little poem. Not her best, but enjoyable. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, December 22, 2014

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