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Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 320.
We play at Paste
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
Poem of the Day:
Oct 5 2004
Comment 5 of 5, added on February 12th, 2012 at 3:38 AM.
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Comment 4 of 5, added on July 14th, 2010 at 2:22 PM.
We build on what we have known before. Our old knowledge was not useless or stupid, then.
frumpo from United States
Comment 3 of 5, added on April 17th, 2010 at 3:43 PM.
My 1st idea when I read this is that paste is a glue on which we are stuck and we "play" - try to move there until we gain the qualification to get over that and fight for the "pearl", our pearl which is different for everyone and it is something precious...
I din't know paste means fake jewllery!! I liked your explanation Lavergne.. I like analysing poems but it's easier for me to do it in my language's literature... Though I love Emily+her poems!
Ligeia from Greece
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