tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post5365576971526222679..comments2024-03-27T11:02:20.107-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: Nobody knows this little Rose—Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-44264619627483368922022-08-05T08:34:27.557-07:002022-08-05T08:34:27.557-07:00Thank you for posting this info!Thank you for posting this info!Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-192052836288548282022-08-04T14:13:00.966-07:002022-08-04T14:13:00.966-07:00Franklin infers that ED composed ‘Nobody knows thi...Franklin infers that ED composed ‘Nobody knows this little rose’ (F11) in 1858, then made a copy and gave her original to Susan D who, in turn, gave it to Samuel Bowles, editor of the Springfield Daily Republican. Bowles was in Amherst June 29-30, 1858, to report on a hay-mowing contest between newly designed machines and had spent the night at Evergreens, the elegant new home of Austin and Susan. Built on Dickinson property 100 yards west of the family’s 50-year-old “Homestead”, ED gave an understated impression of the distance between houses when she said Evergreen was “a hedge away” in ‘One sister have I’ (F5).<br /><br />Susan probably gave Bowles the poem during his visit, and he published it on August 2, 1858, with this explanatory note: “To Mrs. --- , with a Rose. [Surreptitiously communicated to The Republican.]" Apparently, ED had not sanctioned publication.<br />Larry Bnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-21103663002452838592018-03-23T04:09:09.382-07:002018-03-23T04:09:09.382-07:00Think of Napoleon’s hat with rosette. The rosette ...Think of Napoleon’s hat with rosette. The rosette went to Moscow and return back. So she was a great pilgrim or traveler, but never attracted rose-lovers. Her death is painless if burned at stake, or beheaded by scissors. So the answer to her riddle is rosette.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-34739515622816610592018-03-06T08:26:20.175-08:002018-03-06T08:26:20.175-08:00Okay, but how does that affect how one reads the p...Okay, but how does that affect how one reads the poem?Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-22314827212325861522018-03-06T04:18:36.938-08:002018-03-06T04:18:36.938-08:00This is a word play. "little rose" means...This is a word play. "little rose" means literally Rosette.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-25353722961501858912013-05-03T18:37:43.046-07:002013-05-03T18:37:43.046-07:00Thanks for your comments. I think that in terms of...Thanks for your comments. I think that in terms of "miss" meaning "overlook," that the first line indicates the rose is easily overlooked. So it wouldn't be "only" the bee who overlooks it. I agree with you that Dickinson is suggesting it is easy to be forgotten after death. Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-27545844067485160232013-05-02T23:49:48.531-07:002013-05-02T23:49:48.531-07:00I think 'miss' could also refer to overloo...I think 'miss' could also refer to overlook. There so many Dickinson poems where the alternate word definition still makes some sense. So, in this case, the purpose of the rose for the bee is to provide nectar and for the butterfly it is respite from journey. If the rose is no longer there, could the bee simply overlook it's absence in the presence of another rose? I agree the interpretation becomes slightly harder when it's absence causes a bird to wonder and the wind to sigh, but the last two lines lend support--could 'how easy' refer to more than just the simple cut of the scissors and also 'how easy' it is to be forgotten (perhaps after death)?<br /><br />If it is read like this, then the image of a lofty bird with it's head up in the sky might also work: as it's the only thing that wonders about the lost rose. While the wind, well, is it not perpetually sighing? Does anything or anyone else long for the rose?Zefirinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05826052577521342639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-43029175881299805882013-04-17T12:40:27.439-07:002013-04-17T12:40:27.439-07:00Great poem analysis!!!Great poem analysis!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-78949115012412040192013-04-09T13:46:01.300-07:002013-04-09T13:46:01.300-07:00Yeah but what form is it a lyric, ballad......?Yeah but what form is it a lyric, ballad......?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com