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"Nature" Is What We See - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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.

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  • Surash Kumar EK 8/25/2020 9:59:00 AM

    nature is what we see, heavan, sea and what not? Reply

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  • Surash Kumar EK 8/25/2020 9:58:00 AM

    nature is what we see, heavan, sea, harmony and what not? Reply

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  • Srushti Dodamani 8/17/2020 2:15:00 PM

    Wow...
    Nature is heaven
    Nature is harmony
    Nature is what we hear
    Loved it
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Nature Poems
  1. 1. "Nature" Is What We See
    Emily Dickinson
  2. 2. All Nature Has A Feeling
    John Clare
  3. 3. Nature Trail
    Benjamin Zephaniah
  4. 4. Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel
    William Wordsworth
  5. 5. Song Of Nature
    Ralph Waldo Emerson
  6. 6. Nature
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  7. 7. Nature
    kerri king
  8. 8. Patience Taught By Nature
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  9. 9. The Interpretation Of Nature And
    Sir Francis Bacon
  10. 10. Nature Is What You Dont See
    john tiong chunghoo
  11. 11. Amends To Nature
    Arthur Symons
  12. 12. Nature
    celine charcoal
  13. 13. God's Gift - Nature...........
    Ravi Sathasivam
  14. 14. Nature That Washed Her Hands In Milk
    Sir Walter Raleigh
  15. 15. The Gladness Of Nature
    William Cullen Bryant
  16. 16. To Nature
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  17. 17. Universal Motion (Nature Nature Nature)
    Udiah (witness to Yah)
  18. 18. Nature
    George Herbert
  19. 19. Mother Nature
    Lovina Sylvia Chidi
  20. 20. What Being In Rank-Old Nature
    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  21. 21. Nature The Gentlest Mother Is
    Emily Dickinson
  22. 22. Nature Is What We See—
    Emily Dickinson
  23. 23. (034) Nature
    Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)
  24. 24. A Touch Of Nature
    Thomas Bailey Aldrich
  25. 25. Nature, The Gentlest Mother,
    Emily Dickinson
  26. 26. The Worship Of Nature
    John Greenleaf Whittier
  27. 27. Sonnet: Don’t Blame Nature
    Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar ..
  28. 28. Nature Rarer Uses Yellow
    Emily Dickinson
  29. 29. Of Man By Nature
    John Bunyan
  30. 30. Art Above Nature: To Julia
    Robert Herrick
  31. 31. Nature
    Jones Very
  32. 32. ' All Nature Praises God'
    Carmela Patterson
  33. 33. (81) Nature Boy
    David S Dennis
  34. 34. The Sounds Of Nature
    Cecelia Weir
  35. 35. Flare Baby Flare (Nature Nature Nature ..
    Udiah (witness to Yah)
  36. 36. 0420 Trust Nature
    Michael Shepherd
  37. 37. Supernova (A Star Is Born) (Natur..
    Udiah (witness to Yah)
  38. 38. The Circle Of Nature
    Friedrich Schiller
  39. 39. The Nature Of Things
    Linda Ori
  40. 40. Click Here To Listen To The Beauty Of Na..
    Winifred Bullard
  41. 41. The Return To Nature.
    Alice Meynell
  42. 42. My Gift From Mother Nature On Mothers Day
    Mary Nagy
  43. 43. Beauty In Nature
    Arti Chopra
  44. 44. (d) 5 (Nature) The Wind Is Trying To T..
    Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil ..
  45. 45. Let Us Go Gentle With The Nature
    Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie
  46. 46. Book Iii - Part 02 - Nature And Composit..
    Lucretius
  47. 47. Sonnet Xxv: O Why Should Nature
    Michael Drayton
  48. 48. (d) 8 (Nature) Eagle Eyes
    Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil ..
  49. 49. Nature 6 - Nature Glows With Rain Drops
    Dr. Geeta Radhakrishna Menon
  50. 50. Nature 1 -Return! Please, Return Home To..
    Dr. Geeta Radhakrishna Menon

Nature Poems

  1. Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel

    Calm is all nature as a resting wheel. The kine are couched upon the dewy grass; The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass, Is cropping audibly his later meal: Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky. Now, in this blank of things, a harmony, Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal That grief for which the senses still supply Fresh food; for only then, when memory Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain Those busy cares that would allay my pain; Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel The officious touch that makes me droop again.

  2. Song Of Nature

    Mine are the night and morning, The pits of air, the gulf of space, The sportive sun, the gibbous moon, The innumerable days. I hid in the solar glory, I am dumb in the pealing song, I rest on the pitch of the torrent, In slumber I am strong. No numbers have counted my tallies, No tribes my house can fill, I sit by the shining Fount of Life, And pour the deluge still; And ever by delicate powers Gathering along the centuries From race on race the rarest flowers, My wreath shall nothing miss. And many a thousand summers My apples ripened well, And light from meliorating stars With firmer glory fell. I wrote the past in characters Of rock and fire the scroll, The building in the coral sea, The planting of the coal. And thefts from satellites and rings And broken stars I drew, And out of spent and aged things I formed the world anew; What time the gods kept carnival, Tricked out in star and flower, And in cramp elf and saurian forms They swathed their too much power. Time and Thought were my surveyors, They laid their courses well, They boiled the sea, and baked the layers Or granite, marl, and shell. But he, the man-child glorious,-- Where tarries he the while? The rainbow shines his harbinger, The sunset gleams his smile. My boreal lights leap upward, Forthright my planets roll, And still the man-child is not born, The summit of the whole. Must time and tide forever run? Will never my winds go sleep in the west? Will never my wheels which whirl the sun And satellites have rest? Too much of donning and doffing, Too slow the rainbow fades, I weary of my robe of snow, My leaves and my cascades; I tire of globes and races, Too long the game is played; What without him is summer's pomp, Or winter's frozen shade? I travail in pain for him, My creatures travail and wait; His couriers come by squadrons, He comes not to the gate. Twice I have moulded an image, And thrice outstretched my hand, Made one of day, and one of night, And one of the salt sea-sand. One in a Judaean manger, And one by Avon stream, One over against the mouths of Nile, And one in the Academe. I moulded kings and saviours, And bards o'er kings to rule;-- But fell the starry influence short, The cup was never full. Yet whirl the glowing wheels once more, And mix the bowl again; Seethe, fate! the ancient elements, Heat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and pain. Let war and trade and creeds and song Blend, ripen race on race, The sunburnt world a man shall breed Of all the zones, and countless days. No ray is dimmed, no atom worn, My oldest force is good as new, And the fresh rose on yonder thorn Gives back the bending heavens in dew.

  3. All Nature Has A Feeling

    All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks Are life eternal: and in silence they Speak happiness beyond the reach of books; There's nothing mortal in them; their decay Is the green life of change; to pass away And come again in blooms revivified. Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay, And with the sun and moon shall still abide Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.

  4. Nature Trail

    At the bottom of my garden There's a hedgehog and a frog And a lot of creepy-crawlies Living underneath a log, There's a baby daddy long legs And an easy-going snail And a family of woodlice, All are on my nature trail. There are caterpillars waiting For their time to come to fly, There are worms turning the earth over As ladybirds fly by, Birds will visit, cats will visit But they always chose their time And I've even seen a fox visit This wild garden of mine. Squirrels come to nick my nuts And busy bees come buzzing And when the night time comes Sometimes some dragonflies come humming, My garden mice are very shy And I've seen bats that growl And in my garden I have seen A very wise old owl. My garden is a lively place There's always something happening, There's this constant search for food And then there's all that flowering, When you have a garden You will never be alone And I believe we all deserve A garden of our own.