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Analysis and comments on We play at Paste by Emily Dickinson

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Comment 4 of 28, 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 28, 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
Comment 2 of 28, added on December 8th, 2009 at 12:04 AM.
We play at Paste

Paste is an older, now seldom-used word for fake jewelry, as in costume
jewelry. She's saying that in our youth or ignorance we are often enticed
or attracted by something counterfeit. Then we mature or come to a
realization (qualified) and give up the counterfeit for something real or
true. In the second stanza, though, she suggests that our youthful
infatuations were not entirely a waste of time because they were a sort of
practice for the real thing.

G. Lavergne from United States
Comment 1 of 28, added on March 12th, 2008 at 7:54 PM.

i don't care for this poem....i have no idea what it really means!?

Rebeca from United Kingdom

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Information about We play at Paste

Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 320. We play at Paste
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: 1955
Added: Jan 9 2004
Viewed: 790 times
Poem of the Day: Oct 5 2004


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