Emily Dickinson

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

"Why Do I Love" You, Sir? - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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"Why do I love" You, Sir?
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Comments about "Why Do I Love" You, Sir? by Emily Dickinson

  • Bernard Snyder (11/29/2016 12:06:00 PM)


    Very nice. I'd never read this one before. Wow! (Report) Reply

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  • Muzahidul Reza (11/29/2016 10:34:00 AM)


    The Wind does not require the Grass
    To answer—Wherefore when He pass

    nicely written
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/29/2016 9:56:00 AM)

    Love and dreams
    Because the wind does not need require the grass to answer! ! Nice piece of work. (Report) Reply

  • (11/29/2016 6:16:00 AM)


    years past this was heartfelt, today its still heartfelt. love is a beautiful thing (Report) Reply

  • Chukwukadibia Benjamin (11/29/2016 5:43:00 AM)


    I just got inspired. Thank you Emily Dickinson. (Report) Reply

  • (11/29/2016 3:48:00 AM)


    Love requires no answer! (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (11/29/2016 1:39:00 AM)


    Awesome expression of love- -Love happens- - Even the lover does not know why he/she loves.The love simply occupies the space in the heart and worshiped like God. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (11/29/2016 12:41:00 AM)


    I remember the song I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU LOVE ME (forgot the singer) , the song JUST THE WAY YOU ARE, popularized by Billy Joel, , and JUST AS I AM by Air Supply, ..... Hehehe, what do you think, guys? (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (11/29/2016 12:36:00 AM)

    great love
    Why do I love you? eternity, touch of eternity. (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (11/28/2016 9:26:00 PM)


    Noce one.. good poem...10

    love all

    We shall enjoy and love
    You only believe
    In giving care and attention
    Just enjoy through eyes and always mention
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  • (11/21/2016 7:41:00 AM)

    meaning? ? !
    And reasons not contained—
    —Of Talk—
    There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—
    Can anyone explain this part? I am very curious about the meaning. Reasons not contained of talk? And the daintier folk... who are they? sensitive souls? those afraid to express? I dont know. I wish I knew. Really
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  • Shivangi Mariam (10/27/2016 5:30:00 PM)


    Hmmm, reminds me why I love some people and why can I never tell them why I love them so... (Report) Reply

  • Indira Renganathan (10/26/2016 2:06:00 AM)

    Why Do I Love You, Sir?
    The grass and the eye can not talk...and the wind and the lightning do not require an answer either...but with sun..He is the sire...the cause for everything in this world...there is only darkness left without the Sun...so we love him- as usual Emily's good work- 10 (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/9/2016 3:28:00 AM)


    Marvellous depiction. I like it. (Report) Reply

  • F.d. Poetry (8/31/2016 1:08:00 AM)


    I love how this piece demands your full attention. (Report) Reply

  • (3/9/2016 5:41:00 AM)


    I find the ones I really love, I can not say why I love and as such, I know not what can make me not love them... (Report) Reply

  • Alisha Castle (3/7/2016 10:38:00 AM)


    Most excelllent poem (Report) Reply

  • (1/21/2016 10:15:00 AM)


    .............one of my favorites, why do I love you, sir? .....a most interesting question...
    ...why do we love the people we love? ....only our heart knows for sure ★
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  • (1/21/2016 10:13:00 AM)


    .............one of my favorites, why do love you, sir? .....a most interesting question for sure...
    why do we love the people we love....only our heart knows ★
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  • (1/19/2016 10:30:00 PM)


    The unexplained misery of one sided love, the beauty of loving someone as divine. The love that passes all understanding and its comparison to the wisdom of God. The love which is beyond words can express and that which remains untainted with words... the pure and blissful experience of loving someone as you love God as you experience the blessings in your life realising that you are not worthy to be reciprocated and one is happy with that realisation snd confession knowing that the two shall never meet. (Report) Reply



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