
This poem explores the tension between beauty and mortality. The speaker's life has been marked by a pursuit of beauty, but it has come at the cost of their own existence. They acknowledge that they have died for this ideal, but note that they were not particularly remarkable or notable in doing so. The poem suggests that the pursuit of beauty can be a self-destructive endeavor, and that true beauty may lie in the imperfections and scars that make us human.
By Emily Dickinson · First published 1890 · Genre: Poetry, Philosophical, Metaphysical · 117 words
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, -- the two are one; We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.
I Died for Beauty, but was Scarce is listed on Textopian as a poem by Emily Dickinson, dated 1890 CE.
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Poetry · American Literature · 19th Century · Mortality · Beauty · Death · Nature · Symbolism · Imagery · Metaphor · Personification · Solitude