Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson, a famous poet, was born in Amherst, Massachusetts, in 1830. She started off at a school in South Hadley but due to the fact that she was very homesick, she went back to her home after one year. From then on, she lived a life of isolation, never leaving her house nor having many visitors. Yet, the handful of people she met had a huge impact on her thoughts and poetry. Reverend Charles Wadsworth was one person she particularly liked and according to critics, once he left, she started writing grieving poems.By the 1860s, Emily Dickinson kept to herself, shutting herself away from the outside world. However, she managed to keep in touch with her friends and read many books. She also spent her time with her family. Her brother, Austin, went to law school and became an attorney, but once he got married, he lived right next door to Emily. Her sister, on the contrary, never went to school and also lived in similar isolation.
Most of Emily Dickinson’s poems show her loneliness but they also show many motivating moments and even suggest happiness. These poems were deeply subjected to the poets of the 17th century. She loved poetry by Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning and John Keats. One difference in her poetry was that she had dashes at the end of each line. Although she wrote poetry on a regular basis, her poems were only known publicly after her death in 1886.
I measure every Grief I meet (561)by Emily Dickinson
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, Eyes
I wonder if It weighs like Mine
Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long
Or did it just begin
I could not tell the Date of Mine
It feels so old a pain
I wonder if it hurts to live
And if They have to try
And whether could They choose between
It would not be to die
I note that Some gone patient long
At length, renew their smile
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil
I wonder if when Years have piled
Some Thousands on the Harm
That hurt them early such a lapse
Could give them any Balm
Or would they go on aching still
Through Centuries of Nerve
Enlightened to a larger Pain
In Contrast with the Love
The Grieved are many I am told
There is the various Cause
Death is but one and comes but once
And only nails the eyes
There’s Grief of Want and grief of Cold
A sort they call “Despair”
There’s Banishment from native Eyes
In Sight of Native Air
And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly yet to me
A piercing Comfort it affords
In passing Calvary
To note the fashions of the Cross
And how they’re mostly worn
Still fascinated to presume
That Some are like My Own
I really liked this poem by Emily Dickinson for various reasons. I can easily relate to it because I, too, feel the same as her. I often feel that my problem is the worse than any others. I also like this poem because there is a lesson in it and the speaker changes her mindset at the end. At the beginning, she says that her problem is very deep and nobody else’s grief can be as heavy as hers. However, as the poem continues, she realizes that other people’s problems are very important to them and some people have grieved for a very long time. Sometimes, those grieving may even find their problem reassuring after such a long time. She looks at different types of grief and says that some of these problems might be soothing after a long time. Near the end of the poem, she realizes that even some of these problems are like the ones she is going through. Finally, I liked the way she made the whole poem a metaphor. She is comparing an emotion with a personal possession. I only disliked one thing and that was the old English that she used. I couldn’t understand some words and phrases but I enjoyed reading it nevertheless.
Although I enjoyed this poem, I still have a few questions about it.
What do the last two lines in the eighth paragraph mean?
Why did she decide to use grief and not any other emotion?
What does “grief of cold” mean?
Why are certain words capitalized?
Why is there a dash always at the end of each line?
She also used figurative language, which is described below:
“I wonder if it hurts to live
And if They have to try
And whether could They choose between
It would not be to die”
The second line and last line of this stanza rhyme at the end.
“At length, renew their smile”
Personification: this is because grief cannot smile. The poet has added person-like qualities to the grief.
“Could give them any Balm”
Personification and Metaphor: It is both because the grief can’t give anything because it isn’t physically there but the poet has given it human qualities. It is also a metaphor because Emily Dickinson means that the grief could sooth and comfort them sometimes, when she wrote this line.
“And only nails the eyes”
This line actually means that death can make a person cry but the poet uses nails the eyes instead.
“I measure every Grief I meet”
You cannot meet grief because it only exists mentally not physically and therefore, it is personification.
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