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06 October 2025

Who Giants know, with lesser Men

Who Giants know, with lesser Men
Are incomplete, and shy—
For Greatness, that is ill at ease
In minor Company—

A Smaller, could not be perturbed—
The Summer Gnat displays—
Unconscious that his single Fleet
Do not comprise the skies—


     -Fr848, J796, Fascicle 38, 1864


Do you think this poem is more in praise of the gnat or the giant? 

I think you could make an argument for either here. The argument for the gnat would be something like this. The Giant is portrayed as “incomplete” and “ill at ease,” while the gnat is depicted as self-sufficient and untroubled. Even though its “single Fleet / Do not comprise the skies,” it is “unconscious” of this lack, which comes across as freedom. The gnat isn’t weighed down by its scale.

But Dickinson is keenly aware of scale. On one level that's what this poem is about. I believe she is saying here that it's better to be perturbed than to be small-minded.

If we stopped after “Giants know, with lesser Men / Are incomplete,” we might think, ah, this is arrogance. Greatness can’t bear to mix with the small. But in the next line we get a qualifier, “and shy— / For Greatness, that is ill at ease / In minor Company—”

That “shy” changes everything. Arrogance would trumpet itself. Shyness withdraws. That “shy” suggests that Greatness is aware of disparity.  The Giant’s shyness can be read as self-awareness and humility.

For Dickinson, being “ill at ease” is often a mark of depth. The Giant’s shyness and ill-at-ease-ness are what make it great. That re-frames the poem for me. True greatness isn’t loud self-assurance but the capacity to be unsettled. It's hard to understand why a Giant would feel insecure, but if you see insecurity as a sign of sensitivity, it starts to make sense. That is the insight of this poem.

The second stanza reifies this contrast. The Smaller (gnat) isn’t shy at all. But that’s not presented as noble confidence. It’s comic. The gnat doesn’t even realize its tiny fleet “Do not comprise the skies.” Its fearlessness comes from obliviousness, not virtue.

At first glance, the gnat seems admirably self-contained and unbothered, soaring along without concern. That could be read as a kind of independence. But Dickinson slyly undercuts the ideal of independence. The gnat’s composure comes not from wisdom but from unconsciousness. It doesn’t know how small it is. Its calm is ignorance.

Often smallness is something Dickinson champions. But here “Smaller” is pejorative. It refers to the “small-minded,” the one too oblivious to feel consequence. The gnat has a Napoleon complex. It’s “unperturbed,” but only because it doesn’t realize how tiny its fleet really is. Its confidence is shallow.


         -/)dam Wade l)eGraff


Notes: This poem reminded me right away of another Gnat/Giant pairing, Fr707:

Size circumscribes—it has no room
For petty furniture—
The Giant tolerates no Gnat
For Ease of Gianture—

Repudiates it, all the more—
Because intrinsic size
Ignores the possibility
Of Calumnies—or Flies.


These two poems illuminate each other.

In the poem under discussion, Fr848, the contrast between giant and gnat is about awareness. Greatness feels uneasy in small company, while smallness is unperturbed only because it doesn’t know better.

In the earlier poem, the dynamic sharpens.

“Size circumscribes—it has no room / For petty furniture—”

Here, largeness is shown as self-sufficient. True greatness doesn’t need adornments.

“The Giant tolerates no Gnat / For Ease of Gianture—”

Greatness doesn’t accommodate small-mindedness, not because it’s threatened but because it’s above being troubled by it.

“Repudiates it, all the more— / Because intrinsic size / Ignores the possibility / Of Calumnies—or Flies.”

Here largeness asserts itself more confidently. Its sheer “intrinsic size” makes slander (calumny) or other little annoyances (flies) irrelevant. Greatness doesn’t need to defend itself. 

In the later poem Greatness is ill at ease, which is a sign of its nobility. Smallness, by contrast is oblivious. In the earlier poem, Greatness is not uneasy. It’s serene and self-contained. Petty irritants simply don’t matter. Smallness here is cast as nuisance or slander, irrelevant next to intrinsic magnitude.

The earlier poem highlights greatness’s calm equanimity in the face of the petty. The later poem shows greatness’s humility and depth of feeling in the face of disparity.

When the two poems are read together there is a more complete picture. The great ones humbly transcend small-minded arrogance, but also, they don't get caught up in pettiness.


 

12 comments:

  1. Your choice of image is brilliant. Mickey is the one who has the ease of gianter and seems to be entirely unbothered about calumny and flies. So physical size is not the point. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually one should not have any space for petty furniture. Nice!!!

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    1. Your take on the image is what's brilliant.

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    2. Wow thanks for your comment. I love your blog and I also leave my comments once in a while. But I’m not a native speaker so my English is always a little wonky.

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  2. A vote for the biggest gnat of the bunch.

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  3. After having put no more thought into this than it took to make a dumb joke, when I woke up this morning, this was the first thing to pop in my mind:

    There’s poetry as aphorism, and poetry as enigma. Readers can find revelations, or unresolvable puzzles. Sometimes the revelation is the puzzle. Maybe that’s always true. Or maybe all poems can be located along some resolvable-unresolvable (giant-gnat) axis. Or even the clearest revelation hides a multitude of puzzles, and so we’re free to go where we will, always awash equally in questions and answers.

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  4. Last thing to pop into my head before sleep. Aphorism as riddle. Riddle as aphorism. You are onto something there. Poems are riddles that, once answered for one's self, may, through the power of the process they require of the reader, become a revelation more potent than anything straightforward could ever be?

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  5. This is a poem for the autist. To have a friend that saw you. Precious and rare

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  6. This poem reminds me of the last seven lines of Stanza 3, ‘One Year ago—jots what?’ (F301, “early 1862”):

    "Mine—was an Acorn’s Breast—
    And could not know how fondness grew
    In Shaggier Vest—
    Perhaps—I couldn’t—
    But, had you looked in—
    A Giant—eye to eye with you, had been—
    No Acorn—then—"

    and ‘They shut me up in Prose —’ (F445, “late 1862”)

    They shut me up in Prose —
    As when a little Girl
    They put me in the Closet —
    Because they liked me "still" —

    Still! Could themself have peeped —
    And seen my Brain — go round —
    They might as wise have lodged a Bird
    For Treason — in the Pound —

    Himself has but to will
    And easy as a Star
    Abolish his Captivity —
    And laugh — No more have I —

    In F301, I think “you” was Charles Wadsworth, and, in F445, I think "they" was ED’s parents or her teachers at Amherst Academy or both.

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  7. My prose biographical interpretation of F848:

    Stanza 1

    Who Giants know, with lesser Men
    Are incomplete, and shy—
    For Greatness, that is ill at ease
    In minor Company—

    S1

    If you meet a genius, you will find them unsocialized and shy. Geniuses feel uncomfortable when associating with less gifted souls.

    Stanza 2

    A Smaller, could not be perturbed—
    The Summer Gnat displays—
    Unconscious that his single Fleet
    Do not comprise the skies—

    S2

    A person who is average would not be uncomfortable in the presence of genius because they would have no comprehension of how far beyond themselves a genius thinks. An average person thinks their little small-town universe is all there is in life.
    .....................................................................................

    ED is speaking from experience: Her mother didn’t like to think, her sister, Vinnie worshiped ED, glad to do whatever she could to free ED’s time for poetry, and Amherstians in general thought she was a reclusive spinster filling her empty life with gibberish she called poems. They called her “The Myth”.

    However, in late 1881 Mabel Loomis Todd moved to Amherst. Her husband, Dr. David Todd, had been hired to teach astronomy at Amherst College, and, in November 1882, she recorded her first impressions of ED in her journal:

    “Emily Dickinson always wore white and had her hair arranged as was the fashion fifteen years ago. . . . She writes the strangest poems, and very remarkable ones. . . . She is in many respects a genius."

    After ED died in 1886, Todd published three volumes of ED’s poems:

    • 1890: Poems (First Series) — co-edited with T. W. Higginson
    • 1891: Poems (Second Series) — co-edited with T. W. Higginson
    • 1896: Poems (Third Series) — edited independently by Todd

    They were all immediate best sellers.

    How many unpublished poets have sold out multiple editions of each of three volumes of poetry, totaling 403 poems, only ten years after their death? Had ED been still living, she probably would have thanked Mabel Loomis Todd by composing a genius’s thank-you poem.

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  8. In 1870, ED’s good friend and mentor, Thomas W Higginson, spent an afternoon and evening in “conversation” with her at ‘Homestead’. Before going to bed that night, he wrote his wife, telling her about his impressions of the poet:

    “I never was with anyone who drained my nerve power so much. Without touching her, she drew from me. I am glad not to live near her. She often thought me tired & seemed very thoughtful of others”. [JL342a to his wife, Tuesday, 16 August 1870]

    Recalling the interview twenty years [21 yrs] later, Higginson wrote in the Atlantic Monthly (October 1891):

    The impression undoubtedly made on me was that of an excess of tension, and of an abnormal life. Perhaps in time I could have got beyond that somewhat overstrained relation which not my will, but her needs, had forced upon us. Certainly I should have been most glad to bring it down to the level of simple truth and every-day comradeship; but it was not altogether easy. She was much too enigmatical a being for me to solve in an hour's interview, and an instinct told me that the slightest attempt at direct cross-examination would make her withdraw into her shell. . . .

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  9. ED suggested two alternate phrases, {in curly brackets}:

    Line 3: “For Greatness, that is ill at ease” {“ill composed}”

    I prefer ED’s original phrase because it’s familiar and easy to understand;



    Line 4: “In minor Company” {“With other quality}”

    I prefer ED’s original phrase because it exemplifies ED’s judgmental trait, pejorative but honest. “With other quality“ is vague, even by ED’s standards.

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