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Emily Dickinson - Bring me the sunset in a cup,

Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps --
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!

Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs --
How many trips the Tortoise makes --
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!

Also, who laid the Rainbow's piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite --
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?

Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who'll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?

Added: on February 8th, 2006 at 7:21 PM | Viewed: 6020 times | Comments and analysis of Bring me the sunset in a cup, by Emily Dickinson Comments (6)


Bring me the sunset in a cup, - Comments and Information

Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 128. Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955

Comment 6 of 6, added on January 24th, 2008 at 2:33 AM.

I have to disagree with Ryan. I see nothing in this poem that suggests that Dickinson feels herself to have present access to the kind of spiritual freedom she is looking for. This poem is an appeal to God (or whatever higher being is responsible for creating the world. She wants to understand the nature of... well nature. She wants connection, enlightenment, and the unashamed joy that nature exhibits. "Who counts the wampum of the night To see that none is due?" Wampum is an Indian currency of white beads. Even the money in the poem is an article of nature. She wonders who preserves the order of the world.
In the last stanza she establishes herself as trapped, within the limits of a mortal body and/or a limited mind. However, this state will not last. Someday she will obtain freedom (death) and be given the implements to fly away from pomposity, or false assumptions of human importance.

Britnifer from United States
Comment 5 of 6, added on February 18th, 2006 at 8:11 AM.

I wish I lived in the period when Emily was alife so that I could try to contact and meet her...and..who...knows....make love with her..just imagination

Aldo from Italy
Comment 4 of 6, added on February 8th, 2006 at 7:21 PM.

This poem is not what not about emilys death or god it is related to transcendentalist and romantic ideas. She has a flagon (beer glass) full of "nature" which allows her to tanscend into a spiritual ecstacy of natures devine over soul. She wonders how many times the animals experience this drunkness of nature. Nature is free to experience, there is nothing that set it up how it is. It is there to experience. Man and nature in one. Society and church (albane)confine ones spirit and make them not able to experience this drunkenness of nature.

Ryan from United States

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