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Comment 1 of 1, added on January 12th, 2006 at 12:56 PM.
This poem has to be my all time favorite. Within the very first two lines,
Dickinson constructs a fictional universe that chills me to my core. She
starts her journey at a blank, and where might this traveler be traveling
to? What hopeful destination? Well, a blank. And the path in between is not
easy, not straight. It is instead a Minotaur's labyrinth ('a threadless
way') but now, without Ariadne's life-saving thread. Who the Minotaur is,
why the wanderer is indifferent, is left to our imagination.
Karthik from India
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This poem has to be my all time favorite. Within the very first two lines,
Dickinson constructs a fictional universe that chills me to my core. She
starts her journey at a blank, and where might this traveler be traveling
to? What hopeful destination? Well, a blank. And the path in between is not
easy, not straight. It is instead a Minotaur's labyrinth ('a threadless
way') but now, without Ariadne's life-saving thread. Who the Minotaur is,
why the wanderer is indifferent, is left to our imagination.
Karthik from India