[amaurosis]

I find poetry analysis very enjoyable. Often fun, actually I can get quite excited by it.
Do you enjoy it? And if so, what do you make of this poem?
It's by Emily Dickinson. One of the ones I like better.

This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
I mention it to you,
When Sunrise through a fissure drop
The Day must follow too.

If we demur, its gaping sides
Disclose as 'twere a Tomb
Ourself am lying straight wherein
The Favorite of Doom.

When it has just contained a Life
Then, Darling, it will close
And yet so bolder every Day
So turbulent it grows

I'm tempted half to stitch it up
With a remaining Breath
I should not miss in yielding, though
To Him, it would be Death—

And so I bear it big about
My Burial—before
A Life quite ready to depart
Can harass me no more—



I think in the first line, the Chasm, perhaps, refers to death. It says it's sweet upon her life-- "has feelings for" and pursues her like a love interest. But that is all I shall say for now
There is no "wrong" interpretation!

 

[refugee]

I find poetry analysis very enjoyable. Often fun, actually I can get quite excited by it.
Do you enjoy it? And if so, what do you make of this poem?
It's by Emily Dickinson. One of the ones I like better.

This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
I mention it to you,
When Sunrise through a fissure drop
The Day must follow too.

If we demur, its gaping sides
Disclose as 'twere a Tomb
Ourself am lying straight wherein
The Favorite of Doom.

When it has just contained a Life
Then, Darling, it will close
And yet so bolder every Day
So turbulent it grows

I'm tempted half to stitch it up
With a remaining Breath
I should not miss in yielding, though
To Him, it would be Death—

And so I bear it big about
My Burial—before
A Life quite ready to depart
Can harass me no more—



I think in the first line, the Chasm, perhaps, refers to death. It says it's sweet upon her life-- "has feelings for" and pursues her like a love interest. But that is all I shall say for now
There is no "wrong" interpretation!

I remember reading some of her poems back in high school, but I forgot about her...You got me interested in her again...btw I think Emily Dickinson was a total INFP

now I'm off to scour the internets for her poems...

 

[fantasista]

Everybody's different, but I always despise having to analyze poems or any kind of literature really. Enjoying it for what it is is enough for me.

 

[Vaka]

That's always been my favorite part of English classes that I've taken.

I remember reading some of her poems back in high school, but I forgot about her...You got me interested in her again...btw I think Emily Dickinson was a total INFP

You don't think INFJ fits her better?

 

[Vurtigo]

I enjoy writing my own poems, but I don't like having to analyse other people's poems. It's something I tend to struggle with.

 

[Lummex]

I enjoy it very much. I'll often stop mid-song to look up and analyze the lyrics. That being said, I don't know if I'm all that good at it, but I still like to try anyway.

 

[Rusalka]

Poetry analysis was always my favourite part of English class too, even though everyone else hated it. I loved to hear what the consensus opinion on the meaning of a particular poem was, and then comparing it to what I originally thought. It's so interesting and really illustrates how our different experiences make us who we are, and how we can never experience something as someone else would, ever. Ever. We are truly alone in that sense. It's such an incredibly mind-boggling concept to me.

I also used to love to write poetry, but now I feel as if everything I write is awful, unless it's stream of consciousness speaking in metaphors. Metaphors, to me, are the purest language I can speak in and the raw material of my mind and thoughts, so it's helpful to write out what is bothering me sometimes, with tons of metaphors interwoven, like a bizarre eclectic tapestry.

 

[SyndiCat]

you're welcome to analyze what i've written