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!
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!