A House Upon The Height Comments

the heights - too high - can't reach the head, the hands over the emptiness it stands like the pole line - unshaped dead all beneath the roots of it running - driving - tuning with the stormy winds and then losing - and then disappearing the heights - too high; none can reach but the mind - the imaginative mind - the confident faith - all in one day will be Faded glory

This is one of Dickinson's death poems where she told about the stately palace none could be seen coming in and coming out when save the Almighty.......one of the best of all time......10+++

Whose Chimney never smoked— Whose Windows—Night and Morn— Caught Sunrise first—and Sunset—last— Then—held an Empty Pane— Eery atmosphere.

A poem of mystical wonder and spiritual devotion towards the unknown That takes us all on a curious wonder ride.

Another gem from Emily. I just love her poetry. : -)

A great philosophical poem.nicely thought.

So vivid a picture...catching the first ray of sunrise and the last rays of sunset...beautiful and mysterious

As usual a very profound cameo of perfection.

this is certainly an empty house high up on the hill, because there is no smoke from the chimney. Typically a poem by Emily Dickinson with that dash behind each end of a line. Veel Eenvoud in woordstijl, korte zinnen en kort gedicht, Emily Dickinson ten voeten uit!

Whose fate—Conjecture knew ....we never lisped Lisping is always characteristic of children. So the poem is the experience of a child. It is natural that children may not know anything about a neighbour whose house is at an elevation where it is difficult to reach. So it remains mysterious to them. (this is my view of the poem) Anyhow the poem has been composed beautifully

A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler's Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked— Whose Windows—Night and Morn— Caught Sunrise first—and Sunset—last— Then—held an Empty Pane— Whose fate—Conjecture knew— No other neighbor—did— And what it was—we never lisped— Because He—never told—

Places that are beyond our reach evoke mysterious emotions and reactions in imagination. Emily Dickinson has portrayed a very vivid reaction to such site. So perfect in few lines.

Approached! ! Thanks for sharing.

A great mysterious poem! ...A House upon the Height—That Wagon never reached....a classic composition of Emily Dickinson! It persuades a reader to read it gain and again! !

Such a profound poem by Emily Dickinson👍👍👍

Marvelous, indeed, is the mystery of A House Upon The Height and more mysterious even Emily Dickinson and her poems so whenever I read her poems I feel elated and transported to some mysterious place where I think life and death are same.....and this is about a house where king of death dwells perhaps.....a deathless poem indeed......eternal to be remembered ever ever ever.........thanks for sharing

A mystery that needs Agatha Christy to solve! Perhaps living high on a hill leads to an elevated attitude about oneself and thus people don't visit out of fear a snobby welcome and the years pass and nobody even knows who lives there and if they still do until they don't- - I like the way she put it better!

Untold, unrevealed mystery in your poem Emily...too good-10

An intriguing and thought provoking poem composed by a great poetess. Thanks for sharing.

Mysterious indeed. Very thought-provoking.