No rose, yet felt myself a’bloom,
No Bird – yet rode in Ether –
- F190 (1861)
While the sentiments in this couplet are beautifully expressed, an understanding of the lines benefits from a larger context. They were part of the third of three “Master” letters that Dickinson wrote between 1858 and 1861.
We do not know if she ever posted a final copy or how many other letters she might have written, but we do have these three marked up/marked out letters. No one knows who Master was – not even Emily’s sister Lavinia who discovered the letters after Emily’s death. Master’s identity has been a great source of controversy ever since.
It might have been Samuel Bowles, for she was very involved with him during this period (although he was married). The three letters suggest that Dickinson had had a relationship with Master for quite awhile and that he did not live anywhere convenient to Amherst. It might also have been Charles Wadsworth, a charismatic Presbyterian minister whom Dickinson heard preach in Philadelphia in 1855. Wadsworth was also married. She was there to get medical treatment for her eyes – and was in quite a bit of distress about her vision. She came to consider him her “dearest earthly friend.” Although they had a correspondence, none of it survives.
But no matter to whom the letters were written, they reveal an intense, passionate nature – one surely at odds with the image of Dickinson as a reclusive and virginal woman dressing in white and sticking to her room. That isn’t to say that Dickinson had a lover, but only that she clearly had yearnings, even if only sublimated desires that she might find fulfilled in a heavenly marriage.
But here is the Master letter from which the current couplet comes:
If you saw a bullet hit a Bird--and he told you he was'nt shot--you might weep at his courtesy, but you would certainly doubt his word.
One drop more from the gash that stains your Daisy's bosom--then would you believe ? Thomas' faith in Anatomy, was stronger than his faith in faith. God made me-- \Master—[…]. I dont know how it was done. He built the heart in me--Bye and bye it outgrew me--and like the little mother--with the big child--I got tired holding him. I heard of a thing called “Redemption”--which rested men and women. You remember I asked you for it--you gave me something else. I forgot the Redemption […] and was tired--no more—
No rose, yet felt myself a' bloom,
No bird--yet rode in Ether.
I am older--tonight, Master--but the love is the same--so are the moon and the crescent. If it had been God's will that I might breathe where you breathed--and find the place--myself--at night--if I (can) never forget that I am not with you--and that sorrow and frost are nearer than I--if I wish with a might I cannot repress--that mine were the Queen's place--the love of the Plantagenet is my only apology--To come nearer than presbyteries--and nearer than the new Coat--that the Tailor made--the prank of the Heart at play on the Heart--in holy Holiday--is forbidden me--You make me say it over--I fear you laugh--when I do not see-- [but] “Chillon” is not funny. Have you the heart in your breast--Sir--is it set like mine--a little to the left--has it the misgiving--if it wake in the night--perchance--itself to it--a timbrel is it--itself to it a tune?
These things are holy, Sir, I touch them hallowed, but persons who pray--dare remark [our] “Father”! You say I do not tell you all--Daisy confessed--and denied not.
Vesuvius dont talk--Etna dont-- one of them--said a syllable--a thousand years ago, and Pompeii heard it, and hid forever--She could'nt look the world in the face, afterward, I suppose--Bashful Pompeii! […] Daisy's arm is small--and you have felt the horizon hav'nt you--and did the sea--never come so close as to make you dance?
I dont know what you can do for it--thank you--Master--but if I had the Beard on my cheek--like you--and you--had Daisy's petals--and you cared so for me--what would become of you? Could you forget me in fight, or flight--or the foreign land? Couldn't Carlo, and you and I walk in the meadows an hour--and nobody care but the Bobolink--and his --a silver scruple? I used to think when I died--I could see you--so I died as fast as I could--but the “Corporation” are going to heaven too so [Eternity] wont be sequestered--now [at all]--Say I may wait for you--say I need go with no stranger to the to me—untried fold--I waited a long time--Master--but I can wait no more--wait till my hazel hair is dappled--and you carry the cane--then I can look at my watch--and if the Day is too far declined--we can take the chances [of] for Heaven--What would you do with me if I came “in white?” Have you the little chest to put the Alive--in?
I want to see you more--Sir--than all I wish for in this world--and the wish--altered a little--will be my only one for the skies.
Could you come to New England--would you come to Amherst --would you like to come--Master?
Would Daisy disappoint you--no--she would'nt--Sir--if it were comfort forever--just to look in your face, while you looked in mine--then I could play in the woods till Dark--till you take me where Sundown cannot find us--and the true keep coming--till the town is full.
I did'nt think to tell you, you did'nt come to me “in white,” nor ever told me why,
In the context of this amazing letter (which deserves much more commentary than this blog is designed for), the couplet rises in a transformative ecstasy. The rose will always stand for love and beauty, the bird for the spirit and freedom. Her feelings for or experiences with Master are sublime.
Sorry, but ED was in Philadelphia in March 1855 to stay with relatives after her visit to Washington DC, with her father and sister,not for eye treatment.ReplyDelete
17For the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ. 18No man hath seen God at any time; the only begotten Son, which is in the bosom of the Father, he hath declared him. 19And this is the record of John, when the Jews sent priests and Levites from Jerusalem to ask him, Who art thou? 20And he confessed, and denied not; but confessed, I am not the Christ. 21And they asked him, What then? Art thou Elias? And he saith, I am not. Art thou that prophet? And he answered, No. 22Then said they unto him, Who art thou? that we may give an answer to them that sent us. What sayest thou of thyself? 23He said, I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness, Make straight the way of the Lord, as said the prophet Esaias.
(in reference to ED: "Daisy confessed -- and denied not ")Delete
These lines describe the poet’s feelings during a time in her life when, despite not being a rose or a bird, she felt as if she were blooming or flying; in other words, she was truly happy. That she appended them to the end of Master Letter 3 suggests that that happy time happened when she was with “Master” of ML3.ReplyDelete
That she also sent the two lines to Sue about the time Ned was born suggests she was reminding Sue, and herself, how she had felt during their pre-Austin love affair. Though she came to love Ned dearly, when he arrived in late June, 1861, she felt her life had changed forever, in ways she might not have chosen.