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Comment 15 of 375, 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 375, 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 375, 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 375, 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
Comment 11 of 375, added on November 1st, 2005 at 4:15 PM.

I do not think that the speaker is a woman that died for love, love is
beautiful, but the connection is between truth and beauty. They are tied
together and no matter what a person says or does it will eventually fade
and it will be forgotten/covered with moss, that they are not seen as the
same until someone else dies for the same reasons and they are tied once
again for people to recognize.

Emma from United States
Comment 10 of 375, added on October 3rd, 2005 at 12:22 AM.

I don't think there's any reason to assume the speaker is a woman, other
than that Emily Dickinson was a woman, and/or beauty is an attribute
typically tied to the female.

The 8th line says "Brethren." I don't think a woman could be brethren to
anyone--the word is an antiquated plural of "brother."

King Mongo from United States
Comment 9 of 375, added on September 24th, 2005 at 10:41 PM.

I just discovered this poem for a nui project, and i loved it from the
first read! Amazing. To take something as poignant as 'truth is beauty,
beauty truth' and turn it into a poem which is inspiring in its own right-
i love it. Of course, i have to have a bit of a femminst gripe about the
fact that it is the woman who died for beauty... :)

Rachel from Australia
Comment 8 of 375, added on September 19th, 2005 at 1:11 PM.

Eu morri pela beleza, mas não me acomodava na mortalha
Quando alguem que morre pela verdade é colocado na tumba ao lado.
Ele suavimente questionou-me:
Porque havia fracassado? e eu respondi: - pela beleza.
E eu pela verdade, ambas são uma. Somos irmãos, ele disse.
E então como antiquarios encontraram uma noite, conversávamos por entre as
Até que o lôdo ( lama esverdeada) atingiu os nossos lábios e cobriu os
nossos nomes.

COMENTÁRIO: Beleza e verdade são um porque são subjetivas. Não são eternas
os valores e padrões estão em constante mudança e o que era novo passa a
ser antiquadro em outra realidade, é coberto por outra visão de mundo, por
outra realidade.Beleza e verdade apesar de serem motivo de paixão e luta
morrem e são apagadas.

vania from Brazil
Comment 7 of 375, added on September 10th, 2005 at 11:09 PM.

Dickinson expounds young Keats ( who died at the age of 25) intrigue with
truth and beauty. there is a harmony and dis harmony in this equasion.
which spurred the birth of this poem

Disharmony of Keats

Truth is beauty, beauty is truth
Can one be constant, the other vary
Still be equal to each other
Mystery of beauty, Miracle of truth

Shimon Weinroth

Shimon Weinroth from Israel
Comment 6 of 375, added on July 25th, 2005 at 3:46 PM.

i like this poem, and i chose it for a project in one of my college courses
a while back. i feel the man died for truth and the woman for death;
however, they both 'failed' since their dead. when the moss covered them up
to their lips, which led to them not being able to talk to themselves
anymore. so in the end you live for whatever and then you die, but in the
end you'll be forgotten anyways.

Sho 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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