tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post4105782233372161094..comments2024-03-28T11:04:36.401-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: I'm saying every daySusan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-10258363565618776022023-12-08T18:30:12.398-08:002023-12-08T18:30:12.398-08:00Stanza 5:
When I speak refinedly, no meadow hoit...Stanza 5: <br /><br />When I speak refinedly, no meadow hoity-toity shall rudely accost me, except, of course, the Cricket and the Bee; they’ll see through my act and laugh. <br /><br />Love it!<br />Larry Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02810899482852120751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-13805358668155564992015-01-12T13:02:35.449-08:002015-01-12T13:02:35.449-08:00On second thought, "surprised Air" is mo... On second thought, "surprised Air" is more naturally the attitude of the rustic, as you suggest. <br /><br /> It would be a stretch to read it as an extension of the bird metaphor.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-58689908333984517642015-01-12T07:11:38.786-08:002015-01-12T07:11:38.786-08:00A beautiful poem and insightful commentary.
... A beautiful poem and insightful commentary.<br /><br /> The rhythms of this poem are like prose rhythms. And I think I have found a new favorite Dickinson rhyme: "Morn . . . Aragon -- My old Gown -- on --" (my old favorite was "listens" and "distance" in the last paragraph of "There is a certain slant of light").<br /><br />The bird image, as you point out, is beautiful. The image opens in the seventh line "perch my Tongue" and then is renewed in "Twigs of singing" way down in the fifth stanza -- with the distance between creating a memory, recognition and reference back for the reader. The phrase "surprised Air" has both a connotation of the the air below a bird perched high in a tree, and, perhaps, "air" in the sense of a folk melody.<br /><br /> Overall, it is a poem about the poet's relationship to nature -- both homely and intimate (with the Cricket and the Bee "accosting" the poet in a familiar way for her pretence at royalty and "bright Pins of Buttercup") and as spokesperson for the majesty of nature. <br /><br /> A like the poem on so many levels. On one reading I am taken by the proper nouns (Bourbon, Aragon, Exeter). The next it is the rhymes or rhythms or the overall theme of great majesty and power arising in the form of a humble, reclusive woman in rural Massachusetts. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com