emily dickinson

The bee is not afraid of me,

I know the butterfly;

The pretty people in the woods

Receive me cordially.



The brooks laugh louder when I come,

The breezes madder play.

Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?

Wherefore, O summer's day?

... i dont know for sure what emily dickinson is trying to say in this poem, but i think that she is trying to say that nature does its own thing and it will go on without us.

Antitranscendentalist

i prefer anti-transcendentalist writing because it puts everything into an actual perspective. people, and everything else for that matter, are not always good. nothing is perfect in this world and bad things do happen. thats why i like anti-trans better than trans