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Comment 5 of 70, added on June 15th, 2010 at 3:50 PM.
Our earthly life is like living in Switzerland. But death will get rid of
the Alps and show us Italy (heaven).
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Comment 4 of 70, added on March 8th, 2009 at 5:25 PM.
She is on this side of the alps, a friend, or lover is Italy on the other
side of the alps, and the obsticle between them--- the alps or another
person. That seperates them form what ever realationship she feels she has
been denied....Such sadness she is alone on this side and feels she will
never be a part of the other persons life due to being Swiss or what ever
reason.....She is one of my favorite poets.
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Comment 3 of 70, added on June 21st, 2005 at 7:15 AM.
While I enjoy all those contemporary poets you mention, I've got to give
the nod to Dickinson. With such concision and power, she tweaks our
understanding of the language and the world around us. This poem is a
marvelous example! In ten little lines she sums up exactly what it's like
to have a passion that is unrealizable. How many "Swiss lives" continue to
be lead every day? This poem is a masterpiece.
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Comment 2 of 70, added on June 18th, 2005 at 1:10 PM.
The Alps are the eyes and Italy is the soul.
The eyes are "windows to the soul" but you can't always see through
someone's eyes into their soul except on "some odd afternoon" when the eyes
neglect their "curtains", whatever mask it is we hide behind!
Comment 1 of 70, added on December 2nd, 2004 at 2:30 PM.
Do you ever take suggestions for new poets? Like: Yusef Kumanyakaa or
Billy Collins, Robert Bly or Sonia Sanchez? I have been visiting almost
daily, and am wondering why there is such a large number of days dedicated
to Dickinson? I realize she is talked about more than say Sanchez, but
don't you think someone like Sanchez is a much better poet?
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