"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.
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.
In this poem, I believe that Emily Dickinson is saying that nature is whatever we want to interpret as. Different people have different opinions about the aspects of nature such as the various insects, plants, and animals that live in nature. Every person is entitled to his or her own opinion about the beauty or ferociousness of nature.
...and it is much greater (and simpler) than we give it credit for being.
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