tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post7380202593489946618..comments2024-03-29T06:02:33.720-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: Take your Heaven further on —Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-88296831456332072682024-02-15T15:16:47.387-08:002024-02-15T15:16:47.387-08:00Talk about unloading in anger, ED just let Wadswor...Talk about unloading in anger, ED just let Wadsworth have it with both barrels. Bowles was definitely not some blundering, boorish, uncouth swain, nor was he a “taker”, nor would ED dress in white for the worldly Bowles. Wadsworth was shy and not socially adept.<br /><br />Having read this poem, F672, after commenting on F671, I’d like to go back and take Susan out of the crossfire of F671. ED has reached the anger stage of grief recovery, and she aims her anger at Wadsworth, yet she still loves him. As evidence of her enduring love for Wadsworth and his for her , here is a late poem and a comment:<br /><br />“In her last “Calvary” poem (F1485, 1879), ED affirms her enduring concern and love for Wadsworth in a sweet quatrain, ‘Spurn the temerity —':<br /><br />“Spurn the temerity —<br />Rashness of Calvary —<br />Gay were Gethsemane<br />Knew we of Thee —<br /><br />“It would not surprise me if she mailed F1485 to Wadsworth in 1879, though we have no evidence that happened. At any rate, during summer 1880, he showed up unannounced at her front door (a 500-mile roundtrip from Philadelphia to visit Charles Clark in Northampton and ED in Amherst), as she described to Charles Clark in L1040, April 15, 1886, exactly one month before she died.:<br /><br />"Where did you come from," I said, for he spoke like an Apparition. <br /><br />"I stepped from my Pulpit to the Train" was [his] simple reply, and when I asked "how long," "Twenty Years" said he with inscrutable roguery - but the loved Voice has ceased.”<br />Larry Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02810899482852120751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-14170456933431193792023-12-28T08:55:04.822-08:002023-12-28T08:55:04.822-08:00I love both conceptions of this poem, Preest's...I love both conceptions of this poem, Preest's and yours. The white dress could be threefold; the dress of the renunciate, the funeral dress, and the wedding dress. So at the end the late-comer is either meeting with a renunciate, or perhaps a corpse, but either way, "See -- in White" seems to imply that though the dress be white, it is not the wedding dress that was first hoped for. Too late for you. You do get a sliver of a clue here though as to the depth of meaning of the "white dress" to ED. d scribehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08242682202760522439noreply@blogger.com