This is one of my favorite poems of Emily`s. To be honest, one of a hundred!
V
XXXIV.
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THE daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his golden walk is done,
Sits shyly at his feet.
He, waking finds the flower near.
"Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?
"Because, sir, love is sweet!"
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We are the flower, Thou the sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee,-
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Night's possibility!
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This is lovely. Somewhere, probably buried under boxes, I have a tape of her poetry set to music. If I can locate it I'll send it to you. ((((Vince)))) Barb
That is a beautiful poem. I don't think i have ever read a Dickenson poem that I havent enjoyed ~Sooz
I have to echo what Sooz said. I've never read a Dickinson poem I didn't like. The ending of this one always gets to me.
very pretty...I like it
I just love Emily's poetry!
This one is beautiful!
Lovish!
Connie
(Imagine~if that Lady had an up=dial in her lonely
cottage...) Miss Emily is a poetical paradigm non=pareil^
lata, maybe i'll Paint a daisy...
Growing up in Britain, I had little exposure to "Yank" poetry (other than good old TSE, an Anglicized fellow, really) so my experience with Miss Dickinson is slim. This is so sweet and pure. Thanks for sharing it.
What do you think of the modern penchant for blank verse? Laziness or an advance on the past? This conveys so much within the rules of meter and rhyme. Would/could she have done more unfettered by the rules?
Vicky
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I have always thought this one was about lust and nothing else....possible the deflowering of a maiden.
Thanks V!
Very nice. :-)
Monica
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Hi, Chris. Another way of reading this is of a woman, growing older, and her relationship to God! { Thee }
V
Did you ever notice that you could put Emily's poems to the tune of "Camptown Races"? Not that I recommend it. "I died three times before my death/Doo-dah, do-dah." It loses something.
ps. I think Vicky below means "free verse", because, as I'm sure she know, "blank verse" is unrhymed iambic pentameter.
She is my mentor and I revere her completely. :)
MaidOTheMist sent me your way. I like poets and poetry. I like the crazy minds that challenge us with upside-down ideas. If you don't mind, I will be reading you.
I thought I loved Ms. Dickinson but in my older years, I find her annoying. Haven't yet given it enough time to figure out why. sheila http://journals.aol.com/sighlemaccaba/NotesFromtheUndertow
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