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

That un-namable life 'Nature' is. That unamed genius Dickensen was.

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+++

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.

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.

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?

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.

spirit of god
see the bloom
sends it to me

another one.. didnt u have coffee those days?