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This poem is about faith--believing in the unseen and unproven. Just because you have
never seen a certain natural landmark or God, does not mean that they don't exist. We
can't always know exactly what something looks like, or even if it is real, yet we can have
proof that it is a real thing, even if it is not tangible to the human eye. For example,
another example of believing in something that we can't literally see as a concrete object is
love. Its not a concrete thing, but we can see it exists because of how people look at each
other, and how people act around each other.
As he defeated--dying--
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
(Dickinson. "Success is Counted Sweetest")
Such peoples' lives have been wasted; too much is devoted time to work and social
functions that life passes right on by. When one reads this stanza of the poem: We
passed the School, where Children strove At Recess--in the Ring-- We passed the
Fields of Gazing Grain-- We passed the Setting Sun--", one is reminded of simple
pleasures that have been passed by in life. Children at recess are so innocent and
carefree, which is the opposite of the main character in this poem.
When one reads this poem for literal meaning, it seems to be about a hungry,
poverty-stricken person. Then, suddenly, the person has food before. The food
mentioned in the poem is bread and wine, which could be an allusion to Communion.
They had not ever had such a plenty of food in their life, and so it made them feel "ill
and odd."
When one has plenty of something that has been previously lacking in their life, one
fills up quickly. In this case, food does not seem so appealing because the speaker
has been without it for so long that it does not seem very necessary to have the
ordinary amount of food.
However, this poem could relate to a variety of things. It could be a poem about a
lost soul who is exposed to God, and is overwhelmed. When one has been outside of
ordinary life for so long, one doesn't realize that a hungering for something exists.
But after becoming exposed to it, one realizes that it was just what was needed for
true happiness.
When one reads this poem, one thinks of peer groups. One decides who to hang
out with and who one is not going to hang out with, and who we will not hang out
with. One stands firm in one's beliefs on this subject, and shuts out the people who
are not wanted in ones' lives.
This poem has religious undertones to it; the Soul is usually the portion of our being
that links us to God. There is a line,"Then--shuts the Door--To her divine Majority--
Present no more." This can be interpreted to mean that humans like to be in charge
of their lives, and ignore the divine Majority, who is God. One think that the part of
God can be played, but there is only one God.
This poem could fit for people who long for the light of sun, and winter is what is
really outside. A single ray of sunlight on a gloomy winter can be very oppressing.
God gives one the glimpse of warmer weather, yet the weather is not quite warm
yet. Or maybe the poem is about death. Death is oppressive, causes much hurt, and
is a scarring aspect in the lives of human beings.
I looked on Bloom's Literary Resource and this is what I found, "This is the poem's
central insight: the paradox that we live in the iron grasp of the ungraspable, so that
our deepest convictions are shaped by subtleties of perception of which we are
scarcely aware" (Leiter NP)
Beauty never lasts; it fades away with time, and is not an important thing in life.
However, truth is something that lasts forever. It is not a physical thing that wears
away with the cruelty of the years. It is a fixed thing, that one can maintain the
entirety of one's life.
In this poem, beauty and truth have been buried in the same room. Both have failed,
and called each other brethren. They talk to each other, and see through the
differences--until they both fade away in the decay of the ground and cease to
matter. For, in the end, one goes to Heaven, and nothing of this earth matters
anymore.
This poem seems to be a minute observation typical of one's last breath. The air is
still in this poem, and there is a stillness, which leads one to believe that the speaker
in the poem died alone--with no one to make those dying breaths more bearable.
Finally, "the windows failed, and then I could not see." This seems pretty obvious
that the main character has died.
Presentiment
In Emily Dickinson's short poem the speaker uses a natural phenomenon (the
formation of long shadows on the lawn as the sun sets) to illustrate how a
premonition could work.
Because the subject borders on the occult, the speaker suspends the usual laws of the
physical universe. Hence there is talk of suns (line 2) even though our planet has only
one, and the grass has an emotional life (it becomes "startled" in line 3). The word
"Notice" requires an even larger leap of faith, however, since as it is used here, it
denotes a formal announcement by an authority of some kind. This suggests an entire
system of extrasensory sensations that operates beyond the reach of our tangible
sciences and our five universally recognized senses (Huff NP)
My Brain—begun to laugh—
I mumbled—like a fool—
And tho' 'tis Years ago—that Day—
My Brain keeps giggling—still.
I interpret that this poem is about overcoming a terrible circumstance that has
happened to oneself. However, the tragedy is now over, and you are deciding to
make the best of things and tell your "Soul to sing" Everything can go wrong in your
life, yet you can still make the best of it. Out of most any bad experience there are
good results, no matter if obvious or not.
However, even after telling oneself that there's a light at the end of the tunnel, one is
still feeling the pain. Your brain is laughing and you are mumbling like a fool..."Could
it be Madness--this?"
Works Cited
Dickinson, Emily. "I Never Saw a Moor ." PoemHunter.Com - Thousands of Poems and
Poets.. Poetry Search Engine. Web. 23 Mar. 2010. <http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-
never-saw-a-moor/>.
Dickinson, Emily. "I Had Been Hungry All the Years." PoemHunter.Com - Thousands of
Poems and Poets.. Poetry Search Engine. Web. 23 Mar. 2010.
<http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-had-been-hungry-all-the-years/>.