How Poignant
Tuesday, March 7th, 2006 @ 9:44 am | Diary-writer
They might not need me– yet they might–
I'll let my heart be just in sight–
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity.Emily Dickinson
I'm almost her.
March 7th, 2006 at 9:54 am
Poignantly written…
March 7th, 2006 at 12:02 pm
What is the title, or rather number of this Emily Dickinson poem? Would it be possible for you to be so kind as to include the entire poem, somewhere in your blog? Thanks.
March 7th, 2006 at 12:05 pm
Oh yeah, congratulations on your efforts…u have nudged them to make it happen!
March 7th, 2006 at 1:24 pm
forgive me if i’m a bit blur today, but err,,, dreamer idiot, come again? anyway this is the extent of the poem. that’s about it.
March 7th, 2006 at 3:06 pm
Lady,
you are talking in riddles. What makes it so hard to walk in one straight line?
March 7th, 2006 at 3:27 pm
Seems to me that Emily was always observing from the outside in. And she wrote beautifully of that sensation.
March 7th, 2006 at 4:23 pm
I still don’t know how she wrote, ‘I heard a fly buzz when I died’ …. like, did her corpse keep writing?
I don’t think she was dead when she wrote it at all! That Emily … always a kidder!
March 7th, 2006 at 4:35 pm
You know David, I told my students that the dashes in her poems are there because she wrote so quickly, her pen just flew all over the paper.
And then I thought about her too and what would have become of her if her poetry were never found. Hey 1775 copies, that’s not an easy feat you know.
Then again I think I have over 1000 gathered blog entries already. Heh. I’m no Emily though, I hardly dash my writings. and They’re not even halfway like hers.
March 7th, 2006 at 7:43 pm
Dear Minishorts,
I hope u r feeling better now and that the storm has passed (I’ve to ba careful then what I say then). Well, I guess I was the blur one instead…
Anyway, Dickinson doesn’t really have titles for her poem, and from the little that I know pp (editors) have used numbers to identify her poems. Lke the poem dabido mentioned, is numbered 425. As for the dashes, there are theories for it, but I don’t know what the reasons attributed, but I guess (from the little that i read) there are more of stylistic devices to mark pauses in the rhythm (sometimes as a point of departure, or tension).
Dabido,
yup…I have read that poem before and it too has stumped me for a long time (most Dickinson poetry do), until I read some criticisms, From the little I remembered, a good guess would be her spirit who has been freed from the body…and the poem deals (possible, plays) with the social setting (aura) at deathbeds where those devoutly puritan people (19th c) will go about in those sorrowful/penitent wats, fixated on the spectre of death.
March 8th, 2006 at 2:26 pm
Dreamer - so it’s not like Schroengers cat then!
March 8th, 2006 at 4:26 pm
SCHROEDINGER’S CAT, DAVID.
Damn it feels good to correct you heh .
March 8th, 2006 at 4:40 pm
MS - lol I have to get some things wrong some of the time, other wise people just start believing eveything I say.
Thanks for the correction. It proves at least one person reas what I write.