There is more than meets the eye when it comes to this life. What we see with our eyes, that is only the top layer of our existence. This is poem The Outer – from the Inner written by Emily Dickinson. This is poem 450.
The reason we write so much about Emily Dickinson in December has to do with her birthday. This was on December 10th 1830.
The Outer – What we see
We live in a beautiful world. Or not? You can have your opinion about the world we live in. For sure, this planet we live on is threatened by many factors, but there is also a lot of beauty to be found on earth. These beautiful examples aren’t just about nature. No, the Outer that Dickinson tells us about is the visible manifestation; that what we see and this can be everything. Beware though, there is more!
The Inner – What we should see
What we see with our eyes, is of course important. Dickinson talks about this Brush that paints the Outer. In other words: what we see is based on our beliefs. This is based on our Mood.
That what is inside is definitely related to that on the outside. This Magnitude is determined by the inner and outer, Duke or Dwarf (metaphors).
This poem is a different poem, in the long legacy of Dickinson. This is a more abstract poem. This is soul searching! Who you are and what defines you, according to Emily Dickinson.
In her last stanza, we can read the most interesting part of this poem. Arterial Canvas, which is an interesting one! This is the heart, where emotions are created. These can be all sorts of emotions, positive or negative. Facial expressions, they don’t tell us everything. Sometimes you will not be able to read someone’s face. Consider yourself to be warned.
The Outer – from the Inner
The Outer—from the Inner
Derives its Magnitude—
‘Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
As is the Central Mood—
The fine—unvarying Axis
That regulates the Wheel—
Though Spokes—spin—more conspicuous
And fling a dust—the while.
The Inner—paints the Outer—
The Brush without the Hand—
Its Picture publishes—precise—
As is the inner Brand—
On fine—Arterial Canvas—
A Cheek—perchance a Brow—
The Star’s whole Secret—in the Lake—
Eyes were not meant to know.
What do you think?
What are your thoughts on this poem? How do you see the relationship to the inner and the outer? We look forward to your thoughts!