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Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
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Poems by Emily Dickinson : 11 / 1084
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
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"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—
The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—
The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He's Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—
Emily Dickinson
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Read poems about / on: wind, love
Poems by Emily Dickinson : 11 / 1084
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I always have loved Emily Dickinson. She was one of the first poet that inspired me to read more of poetry.
I wonder what content is man without love
Can we receive/give love without explanation?
a brilliant write, Emily..thank you.. :)
The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut
a lovely and beautiful poem
The original bad-ass, poetry-packing mama!
Emily loves because of Him
She loves Him because He is
The Wind, The Wisdom, The Lightning,
The Voice, Life Itself
The Light
Au contraire, her poetry was wonderful, and Lawrence Beck and anybody who declares Emily Dickinson flawed, obviously do not have an inkling of her wisdom. Obviously Dickinson had some sort of trauma in her life. Many say it was a love affair that left her bitter and a recluse, however she still had time for the neighborhood children. Mr. Nazir hit the nail on the head, she was superior to her critics.
You love me because I love you. You love me because I am I am. No, no, not at all. Don't try to answer this question otherwise you will invite the greatest folly of life to your pocket. Why do I love you? Love me for nothing- yes, that's the way. I really liked the poem for its open question. Great work.