How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Meaning of the quote
The quote suggests that nature acts in mysterious ways. It doesn't force itself on us, like someone knocking on a door, but it's always present, surrounding us without being overly obvious. Nature has a subtle way of existing in our lives, without demanding our full attention. This idea captures the delicate balance between nature's presence and its ability to go unnoticed, which can seem strange or surprising.
About Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson was an American poet who lived a reclusive life, but her poems have since been recognized as some of the most important in American literature. Though little-known during her lifetime, Dickinson’s unique poetic style and themes of death, immortality, and nature have made her a celebrated figure in American poetry.
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