There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
There is another sky
Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem There is another sky
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I think Emily was a great poem writer I LOVE this poem
if you are looking for a good poem to analyze, i suggest you do “Im Nobody” if you are in 5th-7th grade.
what is the “hidden message”?
i really like that poem. it made me see things a diffresnt way.
I’m on here for a project on Emily Dickinson. Though I’ve been known to have a lewd and disgusting sense of humor, I don’t understand the hatred on this site. People saying that this poem “blows” and “sucks” and whatnot just furthers Emily’s view on life and publication. People could not appreciate her poetry in her own time period, for she was too ahead of her time. Now, more than a century later, society has become too ignorant to accept her poetry. As for the sexual overtones, they were obviously not intended since Emily addressed her brother, Austin. These perversions were simply conjugated through your own mind dosed and poisoned by the over-sexed media. “Into my garden come!” could mean “Come into my garden.” and nothing more or less. In addition to that, while i skimmed through the previous comments, I found many people called her a “depressing goth” or something of that nature. It is unfair to label her (or anyone else) that, because, under the circumstances, it was almost mandatory to be paranoid of death. Women and children always tended for the ill and dying, and they were taught that there were little graves in the graveyards because little children died as well. She watched people around her die, mostly from comsumption (better known now as tuberculosis). Every funeral in town passed her house as well – so, naturally, death was something she pondered excessively, and she incorporated it into her poetry. Death is something we all wonder about at one point in our lives, and the occurence is something none of us fully understand. All in all, death is a perfectly reasonable topic to write or think about. As for this poem, it is clever, yet simplistic and easy to understand. My interpretation is that yes, there’s misery and darkness in the world, but she wants to turn her older brother’s head away from that, and escape to a surreal little forest of purity. For people of modern times, it may be a lover, but it can be anyone.
As for the rude remarks, even I’ve toned down the immaturity and opened my mind to accurately understand Emily’s writing. I’m 12 years old, I listen to rap music, I have a foul mouth – I’m a parent’s worst nightmare! – yet I understand everything she says, about life, death, and love, as well as other topics. Her writing is truly universal.
P. S. whoever is regulating these comments is slacking off… some random girl is begging for an orgy on here somewhere and they haven’t done anything yet.
i think this poem is so beautiful!I really didnt expect to understand any of her poems since she was from in the 1800’s most kids my age arent interested in this stuff. i really like her poems. i was looking for my favorite one in the world i memorized it. “i shall not live in vian” that one has the most meaning to me. i think the whole purpose of this poem is to teach other people and childeren my age that there is a imaginary garden to escape to and it will always be there when things arent so great. and for you guys that r being very rude i though adults were more mature than that. wow i guess i was wronge! sry didnt mean n e thing bi that.
i think this poem is beautiful….it really has a hidden meaning…and it really reminds me of myself, because i think she is trying to tell someone how she sees the world through her eyes and how beautiful it is to her. but no one can see the world the same way you do….
this makes me think of me and my brother and how i reashure him that soon one day everything will be ok
OH MY GOODNESS….this poem is gross and stupid. i think she molested her brother….how sad.
*** Starry Night ***
By: sfiawong
4/10/2006
Trinkle, trinkle little stars
How many there are in the sky!
Let the children try to count!
I remember this starry night.
Trinkle, trinkle little stars,
Seven children we sit on a bench.
Our little fingers point and count.
Sit close friendly and talk.
Trinkle trinkle little stars,
Talk about cowboy and a weaver stars.
They’re lovely meeting once a year.
On many birds built bridge sing with quitar.
Trinkle, trinkle little stars,
At a quiet night only with stars.
Seven we sit on the stone bench.
Our little fingers point and count.
Trinkle, trinkle little stars,
Oh honey, For your Love,
Mother can tell you different stars;
Your lover can swear towards stars and seas.
Trinkle, trinkle little stars,
Mom or beloved may talk with you.
Tell how many different stars,
For an ever love your honey can swear.
Trinkle, trinkle little stars,
How great you are helping love?
ok look, Austin, yeah its her OLDER BROTHER. and there were no sexual inuendos in this poem either. this was not a romance interest. Keep in mind when reading her poetry that most of it was found on napkins, grocery list, in letters and on other random things and was only published after she died by her family. (which is a shame because they changed lots of it) Oh yeah, and one other thing. SHE IS DEAD. so stop trying to encourage her and stop saying stupid things like “keep it up” or “You rock” because she won’t be reading it. I mean really, she died before the internet was even imagined.
I think this poems is weird. I don’t get it….
I love Emilies poems. I just move to the UK from Cal. I really miss talking about great american poems in school.
oi think Emily is just using this poem to encourage her little brother to be optimistic and always look things on the bright side.
i love this poem so much it is so good
this poem is really bad and boring
The garden must be the garden of Eden…
wow, emily is one of my favorite poets! and i absolutely adore this one, since i am in a hurry, i better memorize this poem for my poem recital at school.
THIS POEM JUST GOTS IT ALL (I think) CUZ IMMA GANGSTA
Stephanie,
Who are you to talk to the people in such a way. Opinions are one thing, and everyone is entitled to them, but who are you to call people “stupid” (and that has to be the most ignorant and simple use ever. Get a thesaurus!). Emily Dickinson is famous, yes, and she does have talent, but she is overglorified. I bet there are some people in this forum that can write a better poem than Dickinson. Poetry is an art, fame is relative.