How Many Flowers Fail In Wood

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How many Flowers fail in Wood—
Or perish from the Hill—
Without the privilege to know
That they are Beautiful—

How many cast a nameless Pod
Upon the nearest Breeze—
Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight—
It bear to Other Eyes—

by Emily Dickinson

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Such a sad poem..........
I'm doing a report on an american 19th century writer and I chose Emily Dickinson because her poetry is all about death and immortality and i'm into that stuff but I really don't understand half of what she says. Can somebody explain Emily Dickinson.