I Died For Beauty Poem by Emily Dickinson
I Died For Beauty
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.
When you see truth as beauty, to the rest of the world you are as the dead for no one listens to what you say.
Truth and beauty are synonymous and both are ultimately perceived at the juncture of death.
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This poem reminds me of 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty, -that is all / Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.' -by John Keats. Great minds think alike.