This is poem number 35, with the unofficial title Nobody knows this little rose, written by Emily Dickinson. A poem that compares life and death.
About poem no. 35
Dickinson (1830 –1886) did not publish any of her work during her life. It was her sister, who was responsible for the publication of her poems. If she listened to her sister, Lavinia would have burned all of her work. This was Emily’s wish.
Poem no. 35 is a poem that is all about life and death. The rose is life, any life of any human. There are many obstacles to take, during this life. At the end, the realization might come that a lot has been given, but there wasn’t much in return. Still, there are those who need the rose, when it blooms. Take for instance the butterflies, that depend on the rose.
Those who depend on the rose, might not even show this. It’s just like a passing of the wind. Not noticed, it seems. When the journey of life finally ends – and it will – there is a moment of realization. Some would call this the moment when your life passed right by, in just a few seconds.
Still, even when it seems no one notices this rose, the ending means that those who depend on this rose will mourn. As for the rose, the death will only affect those who are depending, not everyone. In the end – this is a harsh conclusion by Dickinson – death affects only the close ones. Not the whole world.
Nobody knows this little rose – poem no. 35
Nobody knows this little Rose —
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it —
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey —
On its breast to lie —
Only a Bird will wonder —
Only a Breeze will sigh —
Ah Little Rose — how easy
For such as thee to die!
— Emily Dickinson
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