tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post7004482825628407612..comments2024-03-28T14:04:54.557-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: The Color of the Grave is Green Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-54884369124718883582023-08-19T09:42:31.764-07:002023-08-19T09:42:31.764-07:00The tortured syntax of Line 23 (next-to-last), “Wh...The tortured syntax of Line 23 (next-to-last), “When that you met it with before”, translated into English means “When you met with that before”, and the ferret can’t find when you last saw a black mourning pin or badge on a bonnet or hat. <br /><br />But ED can remember when she “met with it before”:<br /><br />[L773 to James D Clark 1882],<br /><br />“Dear friend,<br /><br />Perhaps Affection has always one question more which it forgot to ask.<br /><br />I thought it possible you might tell me if our lost one [Charles Wadsworth] had Brother or Sister.<br /><br />I knew he once had a Mother, for when he first came to see me [in 1860], there was Black with his Hat. "Some one has died" I said. "Yes" - he said, "his Mother."<br /><br />"Did you love her," I asked. He replied with his deep "Yes." <br />………..<br />E. Dickinson.”<br />Larry Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02810899482852120751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-59256597460493152342023-08-19T09:38:49.500-07:002023-08-19T09:38:49.500-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Larry Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02810899482852120751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-15354535737068180962022-05-17T09:43:44.686-07:002022-05-17T09:43:44.686-07:00i wasn't able to interpret this poem until i r...i wasn't able to interpret this poem until i read your analysis. you're right about the ferret in the last line, it pretty much informs everything leading up to it. my own take on what Dickinson is trying to say is that death is even beyond darkness (since even an animal adapted to see in the dark can't find it). there's nothing in our everyday experience, not the green of the grass nor the white of the snow, that we can point to directly and say 'that's what death is like,' because death is a perfect void. all we have to go on are mere representations (in this case outer graves)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-79050382825961615752019-07-19T18:33:53.247-07:002019-07-19T18:33:53.247-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.JohnnyMarrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00519536975550451119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-24640125334544448912013-10-23T20:19:47.227-07:002013-10-23T20:19:47.227-07:00That's true...amazing poem...one of my top fav...That's true...amazing poem...one of my top favorites!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-26933394103811694292013-10-17T09:10:41.171-07:002013-10-17T09:10:41.171-07:00Thanks - that's a good point about how Dickins...Thanks - that's a good point about how Dickinson sets up the white. In looking at that I noticed how the sun furrows out the aisles between graves -- a verb that prepares us for the amazing ferret.Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-55077795846367302282013-10-17T03:17:35.971-07:002013-10-17T03:17:35.971-07:00The picture you have attached is very interesting,...The picture you have attached is very interesting, not least because of the couple of white flowers (daisies perhaps) in the front. I think the daisy in the last line of second stanza also prepares the imagery for the white color in the next section.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com