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Comment 21 of 381, added on March 23rd, 2006 at 4:55 PM.

There is ofcourse many interpretations to this poem and not one can be the
right one, unless one has talked to Emily Dickinson herself then ofcourse
one can enlighten everyone else because her poems are quite hard to
understand. Well I believe the poem itself is two martyrs talking to
eachother. They have both lived and protested in what they believed in
(beauty and truth) and in doing so they were killed therefore they failed
and eventually they were forgotten. Thats what I think.

Angeren from United States
Comment 20 of 381, added on March 21st, 2006 at 7:02 PM.

I wrote my thoughts about this poem in a paper. The first time I read it I
thought it was a woman who died for beauty, in her tomb, she met a guy who
died for truth and they fall in love. But I was like..there has to be
something deeper to this.
I read it a second time and thought it was about how people are always
concerned about how they look so much that ''theycovered'' themselves to
the point where tehyre not themselves anymore..and that theyre conceited
and stuff..and when she says that she died for beauty..i thought it mean
that she was so conceited and thought herself beutiful even when she died,
but in reality, she wasnt.
Th third time I read it i thought it was about someone that didn't think
she was beautifel ('but was scarce') But she died accepting that..and
theyre..both one,
I dont really know how to explain it, I may be completely worng, but
everyone has different opinions and takes in stuff differently.
But now I read someone's comment and it may be about self conflict....

n0Rmie from United States
Comment 19 of 381, added on February 13th, 2006 at 4:46 PM.

The poem is about 2 people beating the hell out of eachothers very souls.
They are both in a war with themselves. One lacks beauty, the other lacks
truth, who will win this war? Find out next time at BullCrapComments.com

Bertha from New Zealand
Comment 18 of 381, added on February 8th, 2006 at 10:57 PM.

it seems that people percieve the speaker as a woman. yes Dickinson was a
woman, but if u pay close attention to the the quote made by the man in the
"ajoining room" he says "we brethrens" which is a plural for brothers. the
actually use of brothers could mean something different than the idea that
the two people were LITERALLY brothers. Then again just a line down
"kinsmen" is used. which can be translated into a MALE RELATIVE. Obvioulsy
both are men and closely related from what I see.

Jess from United States
Comment 17 of 381, added on February 1st, 2006 at 8:00 PM.

it took me a while, this stuff is friggin confusing. i never thought to
include truth and beauty in my analysis though, then again i've never heard
of john keats. it never even ocurred to me that the poem went that deep, i
just assumed she wrote because she was bored of staying in her parents
house and having no life. i agree with whoever said that the speaker is a
guy, but i was also thinking it could be an ugly girl (...i died for
beauty...). the whole tomb thing threw me off for like half an hour, and i
assumed it was a sort of egyptian-like tomb, where it's literally rooms
with coffins in it. but after reading the last line a couple times i
figurred out that 'tomb', in it's context, is grave, like with grass and
tombstones. the moss covering the names gave that one away. i hate how
she capitalizes everything, it makes irelevant things seem important.

aaron from United States
Comment 16 of 381, added on January 7th, 2006 at 11:17 AM.

First and formost im no expert on poetry and or liturature as a hole i
dont think i even spelled it right .Im not emily dickinson nor did i ever
know of her as of a few months ago.I am not going to critisize or even
attempt to justify her words with any other meening nor choose any other
words ,or order there of.And definatly not insult any of the comments or
commenters by regergitating 'what is already said and done so in such a
well mannor.What i do know is I opened a friends Book,and opend some
where around the middle or so .This poem was for some reason stood out and
commanded and then forced my attention to read it.For the past few years
ive been reading and writing alot,I hate sleeping,and lost rhe taste for
T.V. when used for anything other than a back round light.BOTTOM LINE AGAIN
HAHAHA I READ IT TWO GOOD TIMES wispered it to my self with out
really too much thought ,a second after i had wispered "names" i took my
nose out of the book looked streight forward AND GASPED looked down read
the last few lines again dropped my arms to the sides of the chair i was
in took in a deep breath and gasped again. Thats all i know ,about this
poem...

lowlife from United States
Comment 15 of 381, added on December 14th, 2005 at 7:58 PM.

one just has one time to die. Hence, we should live so meaningfully in
order that when we die we can proudly say the "I died for beauty"



Comment 14 of 381, added on December 8th, 2005 at 5:29 PM.

Wow, wverybody else is like "wow this is so great!"
I Think it's extremely morbid! I mean, look at her hundreds of other poems
about death...doesn't that say something? For a person who spent most of
the latter half of her life in her own house, and never even let her
visitors see her. sounds like a kook to me! She needed to have gotten out
and gotten some inspiration from something. William Dean Howells, a fellow
realist, was a strong advocate of only writing about the sweeter side of
life, and I agree!

Miguel from United States
Comment 13 of 381, added on November 28th, 2005 at 1:13 PM.

This poem is so beautiful. I believe there are two aspects of the poem you
can deal with: The one that concentrates on her transitus into the
afterlife and focuses on her death, and the one that deals with the
parallel between truth and beauty and how both are significant to the true
understanding and meaning of the poem... It is weird that the Dickinson
would use the word “fail” as a metaphor for death. This is especially
interesting and significant because when the narrator of the poem remarks
that she “died for beauty” earlier in the poem, one would think she
actually meant that she “lived” for beauty. Subsequently, she equates
“living,” “dying” and “failing,” and does all these things for truth and
beaut (two equivalent things). But why would Dickinson who loved the beauty
and nature have two people who died for beauty and truth be nullified by
the covering of the moss. Why aren't their deaths significant?

Wilson from United States
Comment 12 of 381, added on November 22nd, 2005 at 1:12 PM.

I Love this poem, and so many people interpret it incorrectly! Emily
Dickinson very rarely wrote with herself as the narrator, she is not the
"I" in the poem, she is just relating. I think the focus is on the
personifications of Truth and Beauty dying, failing, in their attempts and
then after they have accepted their fate and found fellowship in each
other's company, they plight worsened in that they were forgotten.
The poem is one of her greatest and people get so caught up with the
details they miss the point!

Katie from United States

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Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 449. I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: 1955
Added: Jan 9 2004
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Poem of the Day: Feb 6 2004


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