Emily Dickinson

Some things that fly there be, --
Birds, hours, the bumblebee:
Of these no elegy.

Some things that stay there be, --
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this behooveth me.

There are, that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies!

This is the poem I selected from Emily Dickinson to do my essay on. Emily Dickinson isn’t my favorite author. I don’t particularly care for her work, however, this poem attracted me somehow. I know Emily Dickinson loved nature, and often wrote about them. She also wrote about death, religion, and immortality. In this poem she somewhat combines them.
The first stanza is saying things that don’t stick around and dwell on their problems, usually have no elegy. This leads me to believe that since birds and bumblebees are so carefree, they don’t worry about death. Birds and bumblebees seem to never die, because they are here, then they’re there, and are always living like they should, without a care in the world. I think ...