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Comment 4 of 10, added on January 27th, 2011 at 8:56 PM.
Poem - I sing to use the Wating
The “sing”, the poetry, fill in the time – “to use the waiting” – and keeps
the “dark away”. The light is desired – “journey to the Day”, which evokes
luminosity. The prosaic image from the house, the locked door and the woman
almost ready to sleep – “My Bonnet but to tie”, contradicts from the image
inquietude from the poet awaked: the ordinary woman is ready to sleep,
however the poet is not because she has a journey to complete to the day.
“Day” may symbolize the hope and the way out from darkness.
The intriguing in this poem is the pronouns “His” and “We”. Who is
“approaching”? Who walks along the poet in direction to the day? It’s the
other: a poet or the reader – otherness: the poetry approaches us to the
Comment 3 of 10, added on June 6th, 2008 at 8:33 AM.
For me the question is, what is the "Waiting?" In the context of her other
poems, I see this poem in a wider context. When you don't keep busy, it is
easy to become depressed thinking too much about the human condition. I
read "the Dark" to mean her preoccupation with death.
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Comment 2 of 10, added on November 3rd, 2005 at 7:41 AM.
This poem can be seen as a subtle metaphor on Emily Dickinson's loneliness
and want for recognition. She keeps making poems while she waits for fame
to meet her. There are a number of other poems on this subject in Emily
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Comment 1 of 10, added on August 17th, 2005 at 9:03 PM.
housewife's lament; waiting for her man to return; for they have longed for
each other. thank you for reminding me of my past.
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