Guest poem submitted by Caroline Mann:
This is one of my favorite poems because of the thought expressed. I love the inherent ambiguity and the powerful resolution. It is a perfect example of Dickinson's strong ability to express intangible ideas with physical and metaphorical imagery. She turns abstractions into overcoming inventions. Suddenly, self-delusion becomes a crashing plate; the reader can just hear the shattering regret. Of course, this is only my vision; the poem is highly interpretational. As with most of Dickinson's work, this poem is condensed truth. Her rhythm is flawless, and the diction is beyond accurate. Dickinson was known to obsess over word choice. Mostly, I love her for her complexity, possessing quietude and urgency all at once. She is a truly magnificent poet. Caroline. [Minstrels Links] Emily Dickinson: Poem #92, There's a certain Slant of light Poem #174, A Route of Evanescence Poem #341, The Grass so little has to do - Poem #458, The Chariot Poem #529, If you were coming in the fall Poem #580, Split the Lark Poem #687, Success is counted sweetest Poem #711, I'm Nobody! Who are you?