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Comment 3 of 8, added on May 13th, 2011 at 9:09 PM.
One of my all-time favourite poems by one of my all-time favourite poets!
Speaks just so perfectly about loss and memory.
Comment 2 of 8, added on April 20th, 2010 at 2:21 AM.
That's an interesting comment, Roy, but the truth of the matter is that
Dickinson sent this poem in a letter to the Norcross sisters, thanking them
for their sympathy note regarding the death of Dickinson's friend Judge
Lord. There are several relationships Dickinson maintained with others and
the outside world that are apparent in this letter: her relationship with
Judge Lord, with the Norcross sisters, and to her contemporary poets, as
she paraphrases Elizabeth Barrett Browning's work within it. When one knows
the historical context of Dickinson's poetry, that reader may better
understand her writing and also leave behind the assumption that a poem
must be straightforward, titled, and rigid in order to be "poetry" in the
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Comment 1 of 8, added on October 17th, 2008 at 3:01 PM.
What drivel. Nonsense. In addition to having no accessible literal meaning,
it suffers from a complete lack of any clues with which an allegorical,
metaphysical, metaphorical, or other abstract message could be inferred.
If she had only ceased her self-imposed seclusion to commune with the outer
world, not been so wrapped in herself, perhaps she would have become what
she did not, a poet.