Writings in English
Poems by Emily Dickinson

“Faith” Is A Fine Invention
“Faith” is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
‘Nature’ Is What We See
‘Nature’ is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.



