Emily Dickinson

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

I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce

Poem by Emily Dickinson

I died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
'For beauty,' I replied.
'And I for truth,--the two are one;
We brethren are,' he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.


Comments about I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce by Emily Dickinson

  • Mamunur Rahman KayesMamunur Rahman Kayes (11/8/2019 1:50:00 AM)

    I think that is my words, the poet telling(Report)Reply

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  • Castellenas JohnCastellenas John (4/14/2019 7:15:00 PM)

    Thank you Emily for your amazing poetry.(Report)Reply

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  • Tapan M. SarenTapan M. Saren (4/23/2017 9:10:00 AM)

    You will live on in our hearts.............(Report)Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (4/1/2014 5:12:00 PM)

    ......so true...beauty and truth are both qualities of the divine...enjoyed..(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001