tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post1374716667081085445..comments2024-03-27T11:02:20.107-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: We don't cry – Tim and ISusan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-75409048749223618482023-02-03T14:58:04.707-08:002023-02-03T14:58:04.707-08:00Ooops, split personalities must be contagious. The...Ooops, split personalities must be contagious. The preceding "anonymous" c'est moi. Larry Bnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-77550003051413502522023-02-03T14:55:22.143-08:002023-02-03T14:55:22.143-08:00In 1924 Martha Dickinson Bianci (MDB), ED’s niece ...In 1924 Martha Dickinson Bianci (MDB), ED’s niece and Sue’s daughter, published ‘The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson’. Between pages 156 and 157 is a plate showing the above engraving, a note to Sue, this poem, and Bianci’s explanation that Cole was the name of the engraver. <br /><br />Neither Johnson nor Franklin listed Sue as the recipient, but MDB apparently had ED’s manuscript in hand when she wrote ‘Life and Letters’.<br /><br />In her PS to Sue, ED said in unmistakable terms that she is Timothy, “the unfortunate insect on the left”. She further identified herself as Tim in the poem by using singular nouns, “our brave face”, “in our hand”, “our brown eye”. Finally, in the closing line ED used her hinting quotation marks around “Tim”, and the line makes sense only if we read it as “I, ‘Tim’ and me”, that is, the “I” = “‘Tim’ and me”. <br />Given this evidence, Jung (1875 – 1961) could have used ED’s ‘Tim and I’ as a perfect example of his ‘Anima/Animus’ concept when he coined it in the early 1920s , 60 years after ED.<br /><br />Franklin dates ‘Tim and I’ (F231) as “late spring 1861” and ‘Rearrange a wife’s affection’ (F267) as “late 1861”. The latter poem spells out ED’s androgyny even more bluntly than ‘Tim and I’:<br /><br />“Rearrange a "Wife's" Affection!<br />When they dislocate my Brain!<br />Amputate my freckled Bosom!<br />Make me bearded like a man!<br /><br />Love that never leaped its socket –<br />Trust entrenched in narrow pain –<br />Constancy thro' fire – awarded –<br />Anguish – bare of anodyne!<br /><br />Burden – borne so far triumphant –<br />None suspect me of the crown,<br />For I wear the "Thorns" till Sunset –<br />Then – my Diadem put on.<br /><br />Big my Secret but it's bandaged –<br />It will never get away<br />Till the Day its Weary Keeper<br />Leads it through the Grave to thee.”<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-60360614804545423222022-03-02T19:51:19.007-08:002022-03-02T19:51:19.007-08:00I see dreams influencing more than just this poem ...I see dreams influencing more than just this poem by Emily Dickinson. I see the Jungian view, and I initially read Tim as her Animus figure recurrent in her dreams. I hadn't thought of a teddy bear.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-68142811181554075992022-01-10T17:13:31.874-08:002022-01-10T17:13:31.874-08:00I think this is one of her best poems. It is child...I think this is one of her best poems. It is childlike and innocent, but it grabs reality by the lapels and shakes it. I am an old guy who has cancer, and even though death is still a ways away, I can glimpse it for the first time. She does not really glimpse it yet, she is still too young, but she fears it enough to aptly describe the great truth of death, that it is the great unknown and we are alone facing it. But believe me, that is OK. This is great art, and it is simple. I don't agree with the Jungian angle. Sometimes a rose is just a rose, and death is real straight forward; like Joyce's ineluctable modality of the visable: if you are walking down the beach with your eyes closed and your toe strikes a rock, it is a rock. Nothing Jungian about it!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00725261030659667439noreply@blogger.com