Is Emerson's Nature a short essay or a poem?

It's obviously a short essay, not a poem. Poetry should conform to a certain format and have language skills.

Here are some translated fragments of Nature for your reference:

Chapter 65438 +0 Nature

Walking into loneliness, one needs to go out of the study and stay away from society as much as possible. I am not lonely when I am reading and writing, although I have no companions around me. If a person longs for loneliness, let him stare at the stars at night. The light from heaven will isolate him from the outside world, making people think that the transparency of the air is designed for this kind of communication, showing people the lofty eternity of celestial bodies. Look at the stars from the streets of the city and you will find how great they are! If the stars at night only appear once in a thousand years, I don't know how many generations have passed, but they can still show the eternity of celestial bodies-the city of God, which will attract people's faith and love! However, every night, these beautiful messengers will come as scheduled and light up the light with their euphemistic smiles.

Stars will cause awe, because although they appear, they are out of reach; Besides, when people really open their hearts, everything in nature presents the same characteristics. Nature never wears a false coat. No matter how clever a person is, it is difficult to exhaust her secrets and lose her curiosity, because she has discovered all her perfection. Nature has never been a doll in the hands of a wise man. Flowers, animals and mountains can embody the greatest wisdom of a wise man and provide joy for his carefree childhood.

When we talk about nature in this way, it is obvious that our hearts are full of poetry. This is the direct reaction that the polyhedron of nature brings to our hearts. It is this difference that distinguishes the trees in the eyes of loggers and poets. The land I looked out this morning is undoubtedly made up of twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this piece, Locke owns that piece, and Manning's territory is behind the woodland. But no one can have that kind of field scenery. No one can own all the property on the horizon except the poet. Poets occupy the most valuable parts of those farms, but they are not fiefs because of their achievements.

To tell the truth, few people can really understand nature. Most people can't see the sun, or they are quite sloppy. Sunshine shines into the eyes of adults, but it can shine into the hearts of children. Natural lovers are those whose external and spiritual eyes are open at the same time and can adjust each other; Are those who have a childlike heart even when they enter adulthood. His communication with heaven and earth is his daily food. His heart beat too ecstatic, and the sorrow of the world has nothing to do with him. Nature said-he is my creation, and those who can leave all their troubles behind will be happy with me. Not only the sun and summer, but every hour and season has its own unique happiness, from windless noon to the gloomiest midnight; Because they all cater to different moods. Nature is a background. She welcomes both happy hearts and sad hearts. When you are healthy, the air is full of incredible beauty and enthusiasm. At dusk, I walked through a bare grassland or a snowy depression, and there were dark clouds overhead, but there was no sign of hope, but I still enjoyed the perfect ecstasy, and I was excited to realize the edge of fear. In the forest, people can undress like snakes, which is the process of life. In the forest, people went back to childhood. In the forest, it is eternal youth. Among the plants of these gods, we become dignified and sacred, because nature is always dressed in festive costumes, and we tourists in the forest can't find any reason to be tired of these masters of nature who have existed for thousands of years. In the forest, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing in life is invincible, there is no humiliation, there is no disaster, and there is no nature that can't help us heal (except leaving my eyes). Standing on the bare land-my head bathed in this happy wind has been promoted to infinity and eternity-all my desires have disappeared and I have become a transparent eyeball; My body has disappeared, but my soul can be seen everywhere. The universe circulates all over me, and I become a part of God. The names of relatives and friends sound so strange and accidental: brothers, acquaintances-masters and servants are not worth mentioning. I am an unruly eternal beautiful and natural lover. I found something more valuable and intimate in the wilderness than the city and the countryside. In a quiet field, especially looking at the distant horizon, one can grasp what is really beautiful.

The greatest happiness that land and forest bring us is that they imply the mysterious connection between people and plants. I found that I am not lonely or small. The plant nodded to me, and I responded. The swaying branches in the storm are both fresh and old to me. They surprised me, but they were not completely strangers. For me, it is like a higher and better emotion and thought, which is helping me to judge and act more rationally.

Of course, the power to produce natural joy lies not only in nature itself, but also in people's hearts, and more importantly, in their mutual harmony and vibration. Don't be too intoxicated with this happiness. Because nature will not always provide us with joy, yesterday's fragrance flashed by, and the day when fairies danced in the forest may be overcast today. Nature always wears colorful clothes of spirit. For a hard-working farmer, sweat makes him too busy to take care of the scenery, even a little sad; For those who have just passed away, looking at the fields will still contain a trace of hatred. For busy people, such as the cover of the sky will also put away its brilliance.