The Grass so little has to do—
A Sphere of simple Green—
With only Butterflies to brood,
And Bees, to entertain—
And stir all day to pretty tunes
The Breezes fetch along,
And hold the Sunshine, in its lap
And bow to everything,
And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearl,
And make itself so fine
A Duchess were too common
For such a noticing,
And even when it die, to pass
In Odors so divine—
As lowly spices, laid to sleep—
Or Spikenards perishing—
And then to dwell in Sovereign Barns,
And dream the Days away,
The Grass so little has to do,
I wish I were a Hay—
F379 (1862) 333
This dreamy poem is one of my favorites. Dickinson’s portrayal of grass is simple, beautiful, and very idealistic. She takes us to that little fairy land that anyone who grew up with English story books would find familiar: lush, untrammelled grass and, nearby, a rustic barn loaded with fragrant hay. The Fairy Queen, or perhaps a 30-some woman much like Dickinson, is lying on a rise in the meadow resting in profound enjoyment. The poem seems like a daydream taken from that quiet vantage.
Time stands still at the beginning of the poem. The day passes, but for the grass it has just been to “brood” some caterpillars into butterflies, to tickle the low-flying bumblebees, and move to the “pretty tune” that the breezes “fetch along” as they travel through the woods and meadow. At night they turn the condensate into pearls of dew drops that gleam and glow as the sun rises. With such riches and beauty a duchess could ride by and not attract a single glance.
Dickinson turns from her elegy to live grass to one for dead grass, or hay. There is the suggestion, I think, that hay is more than a graceful corporeal ending to the green and growing grass. Rather, it stands for what comes after death. Although quite a few of Dickinson’s poems suggest or claim that both body and soul will be resurrected in an afterlife, this poem suggests a more homely and naturalistic ending. Again, Dickinson idealizes. Just as the grass was perfect, unmarred by dead patches or weeds, or gouged-out areas, so her hay is as sweet-smelling as any spice. It’s true, though. Good hay has a powerfully heady smell.
Adding to the calm serenity of the poem are the regular meter of the stanzas (common ballad—her most usual form) and the fairly tight rhyme scheme. The second and fourth lines of each stanza are rhymed—slant rhymes except for the last pair. Look at the list of these rhyming words: lots of "ee" sounds along with “eye,” “r," and “g."
Green along fine divine
entertain everything noticing perishing
It is a family of sounds. A word like “baby” or “sand” would stand out as different. And that’s what the last two rhymes do: “away” and “hay” make an exact rhyme in an entirely different palette of sounds. Their long “a” lingers just as we sense the poet lingering in the barn and meadow whenever she can.
I, too, love the lilting rhythms and dreamy imagery of the poem. But, I have to admit, the last line jars in its lack of surprise, too easy. Though not THAT easy, she wishes she were "a Hay" not "the Hay," only one strand of grass.ReplyDelete
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What do the breezes bring to the grasses?ReplyDelete
What do you mean by sphere of simple grassReplyDelete
Are you meaning to ask what Dickinson means by 'Sphere of simple Green'? If so, you might want to think about what Green refers to and how that might fit into 'Sphere'.ReplyDelete
It seems there are several versions of Dickinson’s poems sometimes, right? For instance, the version I was reading shows the line as “A spear of simple green.”ReplyDelete
Looking at the Emily Dickinson archives with her handwritten copies doesn’t necessarily help either, as they seem to differ, also! Is there a particular editor or edition that you prefer? Thank you again for your thought-full and thought-provoking commentary.
I think R.W. Franklin's editing is widely admired. Another book I appreciate is Christanne Miller's 'Emily Dickinson's Poems As She Preserved Them'. Miller foregrounds poems Dickinson hand bound into little booklets (fascicles), reasoning that these are the poems Dickinson was 'publishing.' After the fascile poems come the rest. An index allows you to find specific poems.Delete
Additionally, Miller notes variants.
what figurative language is thread the dews all night, like pearls?ReplyDelete
No one? Ok- o-oReplyDelete
And hold the sunshine.........ReplyDelete
....... Bow to everything. Which figure of speech is used...... Can anyone help me in knowing this??
Why did the poetess wished to be a hay??ReplyDelete
Why, each stanza gives you a reason!Delete
Meaning of stirReplyDelete
I`m not sure I understand the question. To stir means to move a spoon or other implement around in (a liquid or other substance) in order to mix it thoroughly. Stir may also mean to awaken.Delete
In this context, "stir all day to pretty tunes" defines a movement.Delete