The American poet Emily Dickinson wrote "I cautious, scanned my little life" around 1860, though, like most of her poems, it wasn't published until after her death. The poem's speaker takes stock of their life just as a farmer separates the wheat from the chaff, stripping away the fleeting, unimportant bits and leaving only "what would last." The speaker places this "priceless Hay" into a "Barn" for safekeeping, only to later discover that it has disappeared—resulting in the speaker's bewilderment and doubt. Read symbolically, this "Hay" might represent the speaker's faith in God and/or the precious memories a poet tries to preserve within their poetry (represented here by the "Barn"). The poem, it follows, might suggest the difficulty of maintaining one's faith in difficult times and/or the limits of writing itself.
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1I cautious, scanned my little life—
2I winnowed what would fade
3From what would last till Heads like mine
4Should be a'dreaming laid.
5I put the latter in a Barn—
6The former, blew away.
7I went one winter morning
8And lo—my priceless Hay
9Was not upon the "Scaffold"—
10Was not upon the "Beam"—
11And from a thriving Farmer—
12A Cynic, I became.
13Whether a thief did it—
14Whether it was the wind—
15Whether Deity's guiltless—
16My business is, to find!
17So I begin to ransack!
18How is it Hearts, with Thee?
19Art thou within the little Barn
20Love provided Thee?
1I cautious, scanned my little life—
2I winnowed what would fade
3From what would last till Heads like mine
4Should be a'dreaming laid.
5I put the latter in a Barn—
6The former, blew away.
7I went one winter morning
8And lo—my priceless Hay
9Was not upon the "Scaffold"—
10Was not upon the "Beam"—
11And from a thriving Farmer—
12A Cynic, I became.
13Whether a thief did it—
14Whether it was the wind—
15Whether Deity's guiltless—
16My business is, to find!
17So I begin to ransack!
18How is it Hearts, with Thee?
19Art thou within the little Barn
20Love provided Thee?
I cautious, scanned my little life—
I winnowed what would fade
From what would last till Heads like mine
Should be a'dreaming laid.
I put the latter in a Barn—
The former, blew away.
I went one winter morning
And lo—my priceless Hay
Was not upon the "Scaffold"—
Was not upon the "Beam"—
And from a thriving Farmer—
A Cynic, I became.
Whether a thief did it—
Whether it was the wind—
Whether Deity's guiltless—
My business is, to find!
So I begin to ransack!
How is it Hearts, with Thee?
Art thou within the little Barn
Love provided Thee?
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Life of Emily Dickinson — A biography of the poet from the Poetry Foundation.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to a reading of the poem by Julie Harris.
Meter and Rhyme in Dickinson's Poetry — An in-depth look at Dickinson's idiosyncratic use of meter and rhyme.
A Timeline of Dickinson's Life — A timeline of major events in Emily Dickinson's life, provided by the Emily Dickinson Museum.
The Poem in Dickinson's Hand — A copy of the poem found in one of Dickinson's handwritten fascicles, dated 1860.
A Glimpse of How Winnowing Works — A short video which depicts winnowing, the process through which chaff is removed from wheat.