tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post4172698371635151980..comments2024-03-29T06:02:33.720-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: I cautious, scanned my little life –Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-33747379742493687922023-05-10T23:12:18.954-07:002023-05-10T23:12:18.954-07:00Can someone please expand the biblical metaphor al...Can someone please expand the biblical metaphor alluded to in the beginning of the poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-27423499339874281952022-12-05T15:23:36.860-08:002022-12-05T15:23:36.860-08:00ED did have a couple of girlfriends during her ear...ED did have a couple of girlfriends during her early to mid teens, but she found the love of her life in Susan Gilbert when both were 17. During their first year they shared a mutual love of poetry, reading and ruminating together as poetic intimacy deepened into romantic love. Over the next four decades, their romance traversed the topography of any long relationship, but poetry bound the two through it all, until ED’s death at 55.<br /><br />When ED winnowed “what would fade from what would last”, she kept two things: Poetry and Sue. ED’s poetry lived safely in her heart and brain, but Sue almost left ED’s life when she took a teaching job in Baltimore. The year of separation traumatized ED. To obviate a recurrence, she encouraged Sue and her brother, Austin, to socialize. He, a young Harvard-trained lawyer, cooperated willingly, having noticed Sue’s charm before her year of teaching. ED’s matchmaking proved fertile; the two married in 1857 and moved into a new Victorian dream house built “just a hedge away” by Austin’s father and Sue’s brothers as a wedding gift. That house is the “little Barn / Love provided Thee”.<br /><br />Unsurprisingly, except apparently to ED, Sue’s new state of matrimony put the kibosh on ED’s romance. Her frantic search for missing “priceless Hay” ensued and she is baffled, “How is it Hearts, with Thee?”. Saturday Review of Literature published her poem in 1929. What happened to the romance remains to be seen (at least by me).<br />Larry Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02810899482852120751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-21126093636808067112022-12-01T21:35:03.884-08:002022-12-01T21:35:03.884-08:00Seeing this poem much the same way, indeed!Seeing this poem much the same way, indeed!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-21217682944521825732022-11-11T12:23:03.051-08:002022-11-11T12:23:03.051-08:00Thanks!
On first reading three things really stood...Thanks!<br />On first reading three things really stood out to me. The emphasis on the agricultural metaphor and the quotation marks on “Scaffold” and “Beam”. I think she is referring to these to say only the bare structure remains. The second is the sharp anger in “My business .. to ransack!” The third is the sudden change from anger to melancholy in the last stanza. <br />Before I started reading I thought that I would really try to understand the mood of the poet when writing this poem. And I see her going from cautious to loving care, to surprise, anger and then sadness. <br />Amitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-48500617539217383682022-04-19T19:45:40.843-07:002022-04-19T19:45:40.843-07:00i dont see this as sad emily understands the trans...i dont see this as sad emily understands the transience of life and is seeing things in the momentAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14321458533475462330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-58048668815433533282021-12-20T17:32:59.535-08:002021-12-20T17:32:59.535-08:00Thank you for this comment. It is a sad poem.Thank you for this comment. It is a sad poem.Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-61646970074423964252021-12-20T12:34:58.172-08:002021-12-20T12:34:58.172-08:00I know Amherst. Went to school there. I can imagin...I know Amherst. Went to school there. I can imagine the loneliness, and frustrations of an unmarried women, who was attracted to women, and had given up on organized religion in small town Amherst in mid-19th century, and was a prolific poet, who for the most part hides her work!<br />This is a sad poem. She is very much alone.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00725261030659667439noreply@blogger.com