Emily Dickinson

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

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  • Mr. E (4/12/2018 12:18:00 PM)

    i would say nice but then I heard her poem.

















    :)

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  • Karys Alders (4/12/2018 9:39:00 AM)

    Emily Dickinson has some beautiful poetry and I love reading her poetry.

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  • Emily Dickinson (4/5/2018 1:50:00 AM)

    they fuckn messed up my poems the dickheads

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Best Poem of Emily Dickinson

"Nature" Is What We See

668

"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.

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And This Of All My Hopes

913

And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end

Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root