Showing posts with label Emily Dickinson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emily Dickinson. Show all posts

Thursday, September 16, 2010

I taste a liquor never brewed




# 7

Look around, Nature is intoxicating.


Through out this entire poem, Dickinson speaks of the world around her and how one can get drunk of off experiencing nature. She gets drunk off of the air and dew. Then, she talks about how she gets drunk by the summer days with the blue skies. The third stanza talks about how she will drink and get drunk off of nature forever. This drunkenness is a good thing. I actually liked this poem because I am someone who thinks that the world today passes by nature and doesn't really "take it all in" as much as we should. We definitely take it for granted. Also, this poems give me hope that Dickinson also had some good thoughts in her head.
P.S. Picture is from SFS. Twilight Peak/Crater Lake

Thursday, September 9, 2010

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

#15

I have to say that my impression of Emily Dickinson has not changed after reading this poem. I would definitely have to describe her as a very unique writer. In this poem, Emily truly emphasized the sense of sound. The speaker is in the casket and can not see or say anything, so they rely on their ears. The speaker hears the people "treading- treading" and there was a drum "beating- beating." He/She hears the people lift the box and then "all the Heavens were a Bell." The function of these sounds is to make the reader realize what it would be like in the "box." This poem can be interpreted in many ways, but I feel that the speaker is going through a mental breakdown. This poem makes me see an image of a person with this blank look on there face, but their brain is going crazy with noise.