Emily Dickinson's poem "This World is Not Conclusion" is an interesting piece of poetic philosophy that combines elements of faith, certainty and doubt following a simple statement of the what the poet believes is fact: "This World is not Conclusion." The basis of all religious faith is the belief in a certainty for which there is no proof. The poet tells us "A Species stands beyond - Invisible, as Music." We can hear music, but cannot see it; but the poet her belief in life after death is "..positive, as Sound."
The world beyond this world, the poet tells "beckons" and "baffles." As sure as our lives end and we are drawn inexorably to die, we are baffled by the "riddle" of life's end, and even the most sagacious must pass through it. Scholars and martyrs have likewise been unable to gain the true knowledge of life's purpose and destination, and even faith itself "slips - and laughs, and rallies" as even the faithful "Plucks at a twig of Evidence.
Seeking that evidence, we ask the "Vane, the way." We go to church seeking "Much Gesture, from the Pulpit" and awaiting "Strong Hallelujahs." Yet, she concludes, there is that gnawing "Tooth that nibbles at the soul." "Is this all there is?" we wonder? This question has already been asked and answered in the beginning lines.
Although faithful to her belief in God throughout her life, Dickinson gives food for thought, and perhaps some teasing, to agnostics who believe that God's silence and lack of revelation is proof enough that this world is, in fact, Conclusion. Faith can waver and even the believers can look for evidence, although they blush in embarrassment when they feel someone is looking. "Aha!" thinks the agnostic, "Here's a poem that articulates all the reasons not to believe in life after death."
However, there is a double entendre for the believer here. That "tooth that nibbles at the soul," could likewise be the likelihood that the nonbeliever is wrong. After all, the poet has already told us what she believes. Her poem simply pokes gentle fun at the scholars as well as those "true believers" who rely in "Much Gesture, from the pulpit" and the "Strong Hallelujahs."
Strong narcotics, as well, "cannot still" the nagging doubts of both the believers and the nonbelievers. The final lines as well as the rest of the poem illustrate a somewhat wry view of us temporary residents of "This World." We are all mortal and must ponder our individual "conclusion" here. Don't worry, the poet assures us; this is not the end of all. "A Species" awaits our transition. Until that time, however, we must endure the "Riddle."
Emily Dickinson's poem "This World is Not Conclusion" is an interesting piece of poetic philosophy that combines elements of faith, certainty and doubt following a simple statement of the what the poet believes is fact: "This World is not Conclusion." The basis of all religious faith is the belief in a certainty for which there is no proof. The poet tells us "A Species stands beyond - Invisible, as Music." We can hear music, but cannot see it; but the poet her belief in life after death is "..positive, as Sound."The world beyond this world, the poet tells "beckons" and "baffles." As sure as our lives end and we are drawn inexorably to die, we are baffled by the "riddle" of life's end, and even the most sagacious must pass through it. Scholars and martyrs have likewise been unable to gain the true knowledge of life's purpose and destination, and even faith itself "slips - and laughs, and rallies" as even the faithful "Plucks at a twig of Evidence.Seeking that evidence, we ask the "Vane, the way." We go to church seeking "Much Gesture, from the Pulpit" and awaiting "Strong Hallelujahs." Yet, she concludes, there is that gnawing "Tooth that nibbles at the soul." "Is this all there is?" we wonder? This question has already been asked and answered in the beginning lines.Although faithful to her belief in God throughout her life, Dickinson gives food for thought, and perhaps some teasing, to agnostics who believe that God's silence and lack of revelation is proof enough that this world is, in fact, Conclusion. Faith can waver and even the believers can look for evidence, although they blush in embarrassment when they feel someone is looking. "Aha!" thinks the agnostic, "Here's a poem that articulates all the reasons not to believe in life after death."However, there is a double entendre for the believer here. That "tooth that nibbles at the soul," could likewise be the likelihood that the nonbeliever is wrong. After all, the poet has already told us what she believes. Her poem simply pokes gentle fun at the scholars as well as those "true believers" who rely in "Much Gesture, from the pulpit" and the "Strong Hallelujahs."Strong narcotics, as well, "cannot still" the nagging doubts of both the believers and the nonbelievers. The final lines as well as the rest of the poem illustrate a somewhat wry view of us temporary residents of "This World." We are all mortal and must ponder our individual "conclusion" here. Don't worry, the poet assures us; this is not the end of all. "A Species" awaits our transition. Until that time, however, we must endure the "Riddle."
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Emily Dickinson's poem "This World is Not Conclusion" is an interesting piece of poetic philosophy that combines elements of faith, certainty and doubt following a simple statement of the what the poet believes is fact: "This World is not Conclusion." The basis of all religious faith is the belief in a certainty for which there is no proof. The poet tells us "A Species stands beyond - Invisible, as Music." We can hear music, but cannot see it; but the poet her belief in life after death is "..positive, as Sound."
The world beyond this world, the poet tells "beckons" and "baffles." As sure as our lives end and we are drawn inexorably to die, we are baffled by the "riddle" of life's end, and even the most sagacious must pass through it. Scholars and martyrs have likewise been unable to gain the true knowledge of life's purpose and destination, and even faith itself "slips - and laughs, and rallies" as even the faithful "Plucks at a twig of Evidence.
Seeking that evidence, we ask the "Vane, the way." We go to church seeking "Much Gesture, from the Pulpit" and awaiting "Strong Hallelujahs." Yet, she concludes, there is that gnawing "Tooth that nibbles at the soul." "Is this all there is?" we wonder? This question has already been asked and answered in the beginning lines.
Although faithful to her belief in God throughout her life, Dickinson gives food for thought, and perhaps some teasing, to agnostics who believe that God's silence and lack of revelation is proof enough that this world is, in fact, Conclusion. Faith can waver and even the believers can look for evidence, although they blush in embarrassment when they feel someone is looking. "Aha!" thinks the agnostic, "Here's a poem that articulates all the reasons not to believe in life after death."
However, there is a double entendre for the believer here. That "tooth that nibbles at the soul," could likewise be the likelihood that the nonbeliever is wrong. After all, the poet has already told us what she believes. Her poem simply pokes gentle fun at the scholars as well as those "true believers" who rely in "Much Gesture, from the pulpit" and the "Strong Hallelujahs."
Strong narcotics, as well, "cannot still" the nagging doubts of both the believers and the nonbelievers. The final lines as well as the rest of the poem illustrate a somewhat wry view of us temporary residents of "This World." We are all mortal and must ponder our individual "conclusion" here. Don't worry, the poet assures us; this is not the end of all. "A Species" awaits our transition. Until that time, however, we must endure the "Riddle."
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