Written some time around 1868, this poem makes what has become an enduring American argument for indirection in poetry. As I mentioned in class, to me it also marks an interesting point in the struggle for American literary artists with modernity. Dickinson clearly experiences the doubt that has set upon so many Americans after the Civil War and with the onslought of industrialization, but like most Americans she still believes--or at least this poem suggests!--in the existence of a transcendent truth. The argument here is only over how best for the poet to share that truth through language.
For a brief but interesting intro to Dickinson, check out the poets.org page for her.
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant---
Success in Cirrcuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightening to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind---
