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'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.
Love the way this poem is set out. I struggle a bit to break away from the safe neat & rhyming option! ! May be I'll try and see how it goes.
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.
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 miss going out in the woods. This is really beautiful.
Nature is simply superb and your words on her too Emily