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Adam Sobh
(4/10/2009 11:53:00 AM) |
I'm doing a project on Emily Dickinson for my 11th grade American Literature class, and i need to find a poem by Miss Emily Dickinson and then analyze it, i chose this poem, but i don't really understand it, so if anybody could please explain it to me and help me to better understand it, i would be extremely grateful.
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JOE POEWHIT
(4/7/2009 6:00:00 PM) |
The last two lines, really comes across with a good right, to the point of the matter. TIME, as it wares away and the Gent who wares away. How they come together, with a build-up of rapture at the end. Again her words are like bricks, with mortar in-between.
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Is It poetry
(4/7/2009 10:02:00 AM) |
Thier is more than a little travesty going on here..
consept is not lost..doctor found
denied it...iip
Fashion less time iner core wishing thoughts
around..sublime
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Kevin Straw
(4/7/2009 6:02:00 AM) |
A great poem - this is Dickinson writing quintessential poetry - small words, great thought. A small niggle - 'farthest'? Should it be 'greatest'?
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Heike Domine
(5/7/2008 12:27:00 PM) |
This copy of the poem is poorly transposed- Emily used much shorter stops that are closest to hyphens but not. Using the long double-hyphens here is a travesty.
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Sean Andrews
(4/22/2008 10:44:00 PM) |
I agree on two parts the comments made below, first that it references death 'degreeless noon' likely a friend's death, 'the puppet/trinket'
The second part I agree with is life is measured in time 'quivered out of decimals' i.e. exiting life in to death 'degreeless noon'
the doctor is referenced twice first as a medical 'Doctor' then as a mortician 'Shopman' both professional 'cool' but with some compassion 'concernless-no' neither of which can stop the pain of loss 'pendulum of snow'
the 'Nods' can be taken in two ways first, literally, time moves on regardless of one's loss or figuratively the well to do 'Gilded pointers' and the more middle class 'seconds slim' both give common courtesy/sympathy towards the grieved but without real depth
'Him' could be either God or the departed, 'decades of arrogance' could be what the writer wishes she could take back before her friend had died...
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Joan Forbush
(4/7/2008 8:49:00 AM) |
Its saying that time rules our lives. Every minute must be calculated, every second counted. But when we stop obssessing over time, we can finally live and become closer to God. 'Decades of Arrogance between The Dial life- and Him'
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Naveed Akram
(3/31/2008 7:28:00 PM) |
I have all praise for the clock and its coverage and how it stops. It is a clock with accompanying imagery. The doctor calls it a pendulum of snow. The Shopman importunes it. A decade has maybe passed which shows the powers of clocks. Nods are very special images, and they come with great pointers. Seconds are naturally slim. I like how Emily has closed the poem with the words ‘dial life’ for it is a satisfactory ending to the entire poem. It fits and it gains remarks of excellence.
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Rose K
(2/27/2008 9:25:00 PM) |
I'm pretty sure this is about death. A heart not the mantel clock. And No One can stop it not even a doctor.
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