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Comment 7 of 77, added on November 20th, 2011 at 1:23 AM.
bring me the sunset upon the cup
i think that the poem is dealing withdeath and immortality, it also deals
with the physical aspect of death, written in elegiac note.
Comment 6 of 77, 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 77, 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
Comment 4 of 77, 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
Comment 3 of 77, added on June 19th, 2005 at 12:19 AM.
What a great poem! The person she keeps wondering about throughout the poem
(e.g "who will release me some gala day") is of course God. This "little
Alban house" is, I think, her body from which she's released after death.
Comment 2 of 77, added on March 29th, 2005 at 8:05 PM.
This poem is so buitiful, it has every aspect of life. It is just the most
gorgous piece of words I have ever seen!
Rosa from United States
Comment 1 of 77, added on March 13th, 2005 at 6:55 PM.
Oh what a true poem this is! How kindly Emily imagines herself after death
and asks for a cup -not of tea, but of sunset. "Bring me the sunset in a
cup". Of course. The tea-time is now, for the dead, the beauty-time; the
hour of drinking the beauty of the whole world. And "this little Alban
house" is actually so small and poor: what a poor house is death, from
which people go out, towards the open fields, passing Pomposity. Regards
from Spain. God save Amherst.
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