Snowflakes and more

Emily Dickinson was a lover of nature. She was able to describe the beauty of the smallest things that surrounded her. Mother Nature, it has been a great inspiration for many poets. In this article, a few of the smaller poems written by Dickinson are listed. They have one thing in common: these are the small things in nature that should never be seen as normal or should be taken for granted.


You are either a fan of snow or not. It all depends on what part of the world you live in if you were ever able to see real snow. To see those falling snowflakes for the first time, can be something magical. It is as if these snowflakes are dancing, just as Dickinson described in poem 45.



I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town –
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down –
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig –
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!

— Emily Dickinson


This is cuteness all over! In this poem, Dickinson describes how she can really enjoy the snow. These slippers are the snowflakes that swirl in the town she lives.

What we see

Sometimes that what is beautiful is hard to see. No, this has nothing to do with the smallest things in life. No, because of the way we look at the world with a certain view, we forget about those things that are truly beautiful. Dickinson wrote “Nature” is what we see about those beautiful and yet simple things. Who can’t love these things she described in this beautiful poem?


“Nature” is what we see

“Nature”  is what we see


“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.

— Emily Dickinson


When you use the first line of poem 148 as the title, you might think this poem is about nature. All overgrown by cunning moss. Yes, Dickinson describes the moss that is covering a cage. This cage belongs to Currer Bell. Yes, indeed: Charlotte Brontë.

Dickinson wrote this poem on the fourth anniversary of her death. This poem is also about nature – apart from the moss she starts her poem with. She compares Charlotte with a bird. This bird is buried in a little cage. Dickinson claimed that it was a waste, that her poems weren’t read more. At the time Dickinson lived, the fame of Charlotte Brontë wasn’t peaking as it was during the second part of the twentieth century. Nowadays many people are fans of Charlotte Brontë.


All overgrown by cunning moss


All overgrown by cunning moss

All overgrown by cunning moss,
All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of “Currer Bell”
In quiet “Haworth” laid.

Gathered from many wanderings—
Gethsemane can tell
Thro’ what transporting anguish
She reached the Asphodel!

Soft falls the sounds of Eden
Upon her puzzled ear—
Oh what an afternoon for Heaven,
When “Bronte” entered there!

— Emily Dickinson

Snowflakes and more
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