“Heaven” — is what I cannot reach!

“Heaven” — is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree —
Provided it do hopeless — hang —
That — “Heaven” is — to Me!

The Color, on the Cruising Cloud —
The interdicted Land —
Behind the Hill — the House behind —
There — Paradise — is found!

Her teasing Purples — Afternoons —
The credulous — decoy —
Enamored — of the Conjuror —
That spurned us — Yesterday!

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem “Heaven” — is what I cannot reach!

7 Comments

  1. frumpo says:

    Certain pictures from Nature remind me that God is distant.

  2. al martenz says:

    i lvoe this poem so much it touch my heart… its just like my life.. what ever i want i have to try hard to get it.. omg id love this poem sooo much.. id sure get a tattoo on my arm of tis poem

  3. seashell says:

    this is my first comment on her poem, today i happen to read one of hers entitled” i am nobody”, i take to like her and her poems

  4. Katey says:

    I REALLY like this poem! It makes me want to touch the sky! It really does! I had to memorize it for my 5th grade teachers and all of the other kids! And two years later I look back and realize it wasn’t that bad!

  5. Danielle says:

    I dOn’T rEaLlY UnDeRsTaNd ThE sEcOnD sTaNzA oF tHiS pOeM. It’S cOnFuSiNg. BuT bEsIdEs ThAt, ThE pOeM iS pReTtY gOoD.

    i love all my cool kids out there!

    __//*DaNiEllE*\\__

  6. Fanny Pan says:

    I think in this poem Dickinson expressed her loss of faith in God. Heaven/paradise appears to be alluring and it decoys people to pursue, however, it would spurn them when they really believe in it. The analogy of the a[pple on the tree is well used.

  7. Michelle says:

    I love this poem. It touches my heart. Just if she were alive today i could tell her that myself.
    Do you understand this poem, well i do,
    This is exactly how i fell,
    I just want to ask her Why did you write this when did you write this. BUt i never will be

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