Bare your Jessamine—to the storm—
And she will fling her maddest perfume—
Haply—your Summer night to Charm—
Stab the Bird—that built in your bosom—
Oh, could you catch her last Refrain—
Bubble! "forgive"—"Some better"—Bubble!
"Carol for Him—when I am gone"!
F 309 (1862) 238
The poem begins in a solemn paradox: The beautiful fragrance of soothing balms comes from plants killed for that purpose. Jasmine, whose flowers are among the most fragrant, will “fling her maddest perfume” after being stripped and pressed.
Dickinson continues with this idea in the very powerful “Essential Oils—are wrung” poem she wrote in 1863:
Essential Oils—are wrung—
The Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns—alone—
It is the gift of Screws—
F 772 (1863) 675
In one of the most dramatic contrasts in any of her poems so far, Dickinson follows the rather quaint line “Haply—your Summer night to Charm—” with Stab the Bird…” The “Charm” followed by “Stab” is brutal. The brutality is subtly reinforced by the alliterative “b” sounds: stab, Bird, built, bosom; and then later in that stanza the repeated “Bubble!”
It’s a bitter poem, overflowing with pathos. The poet is the Balm, the Jessamine, and the stabbed Bird nesting in her lover's heart. She is telling her lover that even though he has or is killing her she will still fling her love at him hoping that it will “Charm” him on summer nights. She claims that her “last Refrain” as a dying bird will be to bubble “forgive,” that he will find someone better who may sing for him after she is gone. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of this poem—talk about guilt trips!
The poem recalls Alexander Pope’s line (if memory serves as Google has not) about “the bird that presses its breast against a thorn to sing.” Love, balm, and song may find their most lyrical and passionate expression under intense pain.