Honouring our poetic ancestors
"Nature" is what we see
By Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
"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.
It's only six months since I featured the lovely Emily, but she's just had a birthday (10th December) so let's enjoy her again.
This time the link on her name takes you to that earlier post, in case you missed it or want to refresh your memory.
What is new this time is a different photo of Emily than the ones we usually see, showing her as a more mature woman. She is on the left, with her friend Kate Scott Turner.
Information about the authentication of this photo is given here.
And the poem? Oh, I just liked what she had to say about nature!
This is the final "Living Dead" post for this year. Next week we're back to "I Wish I'd Written This" and I hope to find a fun piece to usher in the holiday season.
This is the final "Living Dead" post for this year. Next week we're back to "I Wish I'd Written This" and I hope to find a fun piece to usher in the holiday season.
