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

Heaven was in her eyes and she told it the way it is today, duality remains a superior grace of the spirit.
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The beautiful side of mother nature~of what our eyes see here on Earth~ are but semblances of a place we can only imagine~Heaven

Lovely poem about heaven on Earth is wonderfully written for the reading pleasure of all!

clearly Emily holds creation in awe... she is mesmerised by the mundane and ordinary yet beautiful
she sees signs of a reincarnation at a different level, in day to day happenings
she speaks of the presence of GOD or the ultimate being...and the meaning of loife and death on a deeper level..
the poem is so fluid and charming.... in simplicity it is unmatched, so is the content...
a culmination of poetic discourse, i d say
abso amazing

cheers to her... a celebrated poetess par excellence

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i guess she's trying to describe heaven to things
availble to us and has a reservation of something
we haven't seen.

Dickinson, presented the infinite creation of GOD, in few words. Creator of the sun and dust speck earth. Giving rein to a future of uncountable beauty, in a higher realm of GODS abounding future.

Maybe she means that the world she is leaving here right now is already heaven to her and she sees examples of that in all the every day things, the simple things like the morning and the noon. perhaps heaven to her is being alive?

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Confusion abounds when a reader decides that he has comprehended the 'message' of a poem, as some have done today! 'An inferior picture of Heaven' does not seem to me to be relevant in any way to HEAVEN HAS DIFFERENT SIGNS - TO ME by the spinster of Amherst, Emily Dickinson! Perhaps her terse and aphoristic style confuses those who hanker after simpler verse designed for logical thinkers, I don't know, but the very terseness appeals to some who understand the tentative nature of the poet's love of nature. Emily never thought that she understood the beatific vision in all its splendor as the poem makes clear. A 'sign' is a signal, a brief glimpse of what other men call by the name of 'paradise'! We by our very nature can only take delight in those 'signs' - the sunny orchard, the chirping singing birds, clouds like carnivals that delight the innocent viewer - we can see but darkly the spendor of creation!

It's interesting that one can enjoy poems like these, even if one does not agree with the 'message'. That nature is an inferior picture of Heaven leads to the conclusion that man's nature itself is degraded in some way, and that is debatable, but the poetry remains fine.