tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post8164633678993563926..comments2024-03-29T00:07:13.458-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: I'll clutch—and clutch—Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-51506179735571599372023-07-12T15:29:21.419-07:002023-07-12T15:29:21.419-07:00ED personified her poems as "you" seven ...ED personified her poems as "you" seven times in F385, 'I'll clutch—and clutch'. My ED reading-buddy, Eric, says she lived with poetry, "thought in poetry", a different reality than ours. <br /><br />Her sister, Vinnie, and friend-maid, Maggie, tell us while ED worked in the kitchen baking or cleaning, she kept a scrap of paper, would stop mid-conversation, jot a line or two. That's how she could compose 522 poems in two years, 1862-63, many of them masterpieces.<br /><br />That's why she could boast, "And—when I die— / In meek array—display you— / Still to show—how rich I go—".Larry Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02810899482852120751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-59564734046018226222015-05-07T06:58:44.636-07:002015-05-07T06:58:44.636-07:00Thanks for the spot on analysis. Your comment cal...Thanks for the spot on analysis. Your comment called back for me the poet's use of "meek" in "Safe in their Alabaster Chambers," that ironic notion that the dead may not be in heaven after all. At least the speaker of "I'll clutch" goes into her tomb wearing, in effect, poems she's made and, as SK's distinction between them and her letters (above), intends as part of her array, not "Soundless as Dots/ on a Disc of Snow." Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-69870155286282824942015-02-13T07:25:09.692-08:002015-02-13T07:25:09.692-08:00It was her letters rather than her poetry that Dic...It was her letters rather than her poetry that Dickinson instructed her sister to burn. What a terrible pity.Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-66462713494469700342015-02-13T05:17:23.764-08:002015-02-13T05:17:23.764-08:00Didn't ED request that her poems be burned at ...Didn't ED request that her poems be burned at her death? Am I remembering this wrong, and once her sister found them worked to get them published? If so, this intent contradicts ED's confidence that her poems would bring her the immortality she could not find in life. Help me out, Susan, I really appreciate your knowledge.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-66829718880974218612012-12-10T14:48:39.474-08:002012-12-10T14:48:39.474-08:00Thanks, Brenda! It's a labor of love, one made...Thanks, Brenda! It's a labor of love, one made worthwhile by readers like you. Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-61449520378529827462012-12-10T12:43:58.928-08:002012-12-10T12:43:58.928-08:00Hello Susan--I just discovered your blog, today on...Hello Susan--I just discovered your blog, today on Emily's birthday!! What a wonderful blog. Thank you for all this writing. I posted to my FB page one of Emily's poems (my page is Living in the Word). I love Emily's poetry and wrote my senior thesis in undergrad on her images of white. My husband and I visited her house on our honeymoon and I love that we got to be there. All best in your continued writing! And Happy Birthday Emily! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08512120314894055284noreply@blogger.com