4-29 Poems Analysis

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  Emily Dickerson Poems and Analysis 

  Wild nights - Wild nights! (269) 

  BY EMILY DICKINSON

  Wild nights - Wild nights!

  Were I with thee

  Wild nights should be

  Our luxury!

  
  

  Futile - the winds -

  To a Heart in port -

  Done with the Compass -

  Done with the Chart!

  
  

  Rowing in Eden -

  Ah - the Sea!

  Might I but moor - tonight -

  In thee!

  
  

  Analysis:

  Sharing nights with a crew on a ship or boat on the sea. It sounds like the poet cares about these people and it gives me the feeling that you should cherish those times with those who are important in your life by sharing wild nights. Wild nights could be referring to numerous things. The bonding that takes part on the ship or just the weather in itself. The power of the ocean that many pieces of poetry refer to as "wild" so Dickerson could be doing something similar like that here.

  
  

  I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)

  BY EMILY DICKINSON

  I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

  And Mourners to and fro

  Kept treading - treading - till it seemed

  That Sense was breaking through -

  
  

  And when they all were seated,

  A Service, like a Drum -

  Kept beating - beating - till I thought

  My mind was going numb -

  
  

  And then I heard them lift a Box

  And creak across my Soul

  With those same Boots of Lead, again,

  Then Space - began to toll,

  
  

  As all the Heavens were a Bell,

  And Being, but an Ear,

  And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

  Wrecked, solitary, here -

  
  

  And then a Plank in Reason, broke,

  And I dropped down, and down -

  And hit a World, at every plunge,

  And Finished knowing - then -

  
  

  
  

  Analysis:

  Her mind races, her thoughts are scattered. She seems like she is going through depression. Heaven and time are both always on her mind. She is trying to find herself, the last stanza leaves me off as the poets journey and still trying to find herself but this leads her to coming full circle 

  
  

  “Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)

  BY EMILY DICKINSON

  “Hope” is the thing with feathers -

  That perches in the soul -

  And sings the tune without the words -

  And never stops - at all -

  
  

  And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

  And sore must be the storm -

  That could abash the little Bird

  That kept so many warm -

  
  

  I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

  And on the strangest Sea -

  Yet - never - in Extremity,

  It asked a crumb - of me.

  
  

  Analysis:

  How hope can be in rough and good times. The poems starts by saying that "hope is the thing with feathers." this makes me think that poem starts out light hearted,  but the 2nd and 3rd stanza show that hope can be asked in rough times just as in good ones. People need hope at all times in their life. It shows that hope can lift the spirits of those who are down.

  Because I could not stop for Death – (479) 

  BY EMILY DICKINSON

  Because I could not stop for Death –

  He kindly stopped for me –

  The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

  And Immortality.

  
  

  We slowly drove – He knew no haste

  And I had put away

  My labor and my leisure too,

  For His Civility –

  
  

  We passed the School, where Children strove

  At Recess – in the Ring –

  We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –

  We passed the Setting Sun –

  
  

  Or rather – He passed Us –

  The Dews drew quivering and Chill –

  For only Gossamer, my Gown –

  My Tippet – only Tulle –

  
  

  We paused before a House that seemed

  A Swelling of the Ground –

  The Roof was scarcely visible –

  The Cornice – in the Ground –

  
  

  Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet

  Feels shorter than the Day

  I first surmised the Horses' Heads

  Were toward Eternity –

  Death overpasses on the souls of the living, and they are grateful for this. However, they are going through there life always worrying about death catching them. This leads to at the end that death does catch them and they go "toward eternity" 

  
  

  
  

  EXTRA POEMS: 

  
  

  Wide Receiver

MARK HALLIDAY

In the huddle you said “Go long—get open”
and at the snap I took off along the right sideline
and then cut across left in a long arc

Analysis:

He talks about the relationship/trust/communication between a quarterback and wide receiver in the huddle in the first line

Second lines is about the look back a wide receiver gives a QB when he knows he can win the matchup and the QB acknowledges him, Once the ball is snapped he takes off running 

Third and last line is about the WR running underneath the arcing deep ball the QB threw his way

The True Meaning Of Life

© Pat A. Fleming

Published: July 2017

The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by.

People I loved,
Have come and have gone,
But the world never stopped,
And we all carried on.

Life wasn't easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered,
Times I just didn't care.

I stood on my own,
And I still found my way,
Through some nights filled with tears,
And the dawn of new days.

And now with old age,
It's become very clear,
Things I once found important,
Were not why I was here.

And how many things,
That I managed to buy,
Were never what made me,
Feel better inside.

And the worries and fears,
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away.

But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.

And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.

And what's really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I'm the best I can be.

And how much more kindness,
And love I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It's my time to go.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-true-meaning-of-life

Analysis:

In the true meaning of life the poet's interpretation and meaning is that life is both up and down filled with high and low points. The message is to be the best version of you possible. Give kindness and show love, and ultimately live life to the fullest because you never know when your time is called by the Lord to go. This poem has a nice touch of a real look a life. Not everything that happens is good but you can always try to make the best out of the cards that you were dealt. The last stanza where the poet talks about God is something that I thought was very powerful and I made connections in my live where I have had friends that lost people meaningful to them at young ages, showing that everyones "time" is different.