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Tuesday, September 26, 2023

Poetry Analysis: “As Imperceptibly as Grief” by Emily Dickinson

I’ve been really captured by this Emily Dickinson poem, and I have been meditating on it for a while now.  Let me share my thoughts.  Like most of Dickinson’s poems, this poem is untitled.  The poems were ultimately numbered when published in the scholarly collection by Thomas H. Johnson in 1955.  Dickinson knew nothing of the numbering.  My Johnson edition reaches a number of 1775 poems, an incredible opus, all but ten unpublished in Dickenson’s lifetime.  If you are not familiar with Dickinson’s biography, you can read the Wikipedia entry.  In summary, she was a reclusive woman, unmarried, living in Amherst, MA, writing poetry all of her life and saving them in boxes with few people even aware of them.   Like all her untitled poems, which I believe were almost all, the opening line usually serve as the poem’s title.  “As Imperceptibly as Grief” is number 1540, written in 1865 when Emily was about 35 years old.  The numbering does not reflect a chronological ordering.  Here is the poem.

 

As Imperceptibly as Grief (1540)

By Emily Dickinson

 

As imperceptibly as Grief

The Summer lapsed away —

Too imperceptible at last

To seem like Perfidy —

A Quietness distilled

As Twilight long begun,

Or Nature spending with herself

Sequestered Afternoon —

The Dusk drew earlier in —

The Morning foreign shone —

A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,

As Guest, that would be gone —

And thus, without a Wing

Or service of a Keel

Our Summer made her light escape

Into the Beautiful.

 

So what initially captured me was this amazing simile in the poem’s first two lines: “As imperceptibly as Grief/The Summer lapsed away —“  That is a stunning enough simile but there’s more.  The rest of the poem is roughly a description of how summer ends but because Dickinson inverts the normal simile structure—here normal would be “the summer lapsed away as imperceptibly as grief”—the poem becomes just as much about the nature of grief as the end of summer. 

The poem is made up of sixteen lines, four quatrains in common meter.  This is also called a common measure in that the meter alternates between iambic tetrameter (four iambic feet) and iambic trimester (three iambic feet).  Common meter is used in a lot of English hymns such as “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,/That saved a wretch like me!//I once was lost, but now am found,/Was blind, but now I see.” 

Quite a few of Dickenson’s poems are written in this common measure form, and one can’t but help feel the allusion to the themes of hymns.  But there is one important distinction that Dickinson makes in her use of the form from hymns.  While the form calls for a rhyme in the second and fourth lines, Dickinson refuses to give us full rhymes, but ends the lines with slant rhymes, sounds which are of similar sound but not identical.  Here are the rhymed sounds of the four quatrains: away/perfidy, begun/afternoon, shone/gone, keel/beautiful.  Away/perfidy, keel/beautiful don’t even half rhyme but end in the same letter, the first a vowel, the second a consonant. 

One can write a book about Dickinson’s use of slant rhyme, and I would not be surprised if there are several, but to what end are her use of slant rhymes?  First they add tension.  Given the expected rhythm you expect a full sound rhyme, but the unfulfilled sound adds tension which she can either resolve as in a musical piece or leave in tension.  Second I think the slant rhymes provide a contrast to the idealism of hymnal subject matter and make her subjects less idealized and more grounded in a non-perfect reality. 

Her use of capitalization is also odd, and in this poem she capitalizes even more than typical.  There are fifteen capitalized nouns in the poem, one for each line but the third.  This use of capitalized nouns was common in the 17th and 18th centuries (see poems by John  Milton, George Herbert, or Alexander pope) and as far as I can tell there were four reasons for capitalizing nouns mid-sentence in those centuries.  (1) It was a cultural absorption from early European printing conventions; German still capitalizes some mid-sentence nouns.  Emily Dickinson is supposed to have known German, but this still doesn’t explain why she uses it.  (2) Nouns of personification were capitalized.  There are four or five nouns of personification in this poem: “Nature,” “Dusk,” “Morning,” “Grace,” and possibly “Guest,” which could ambiguously be a personification or the name as a proper noun.  (3) Nouns were capitalized because it emphasized important concepts, and, more specifically along that line of thinking, (4) nouns were capitalized because they had a religious association. 

By the 19th century this use of capitalized nouns mid-sentence had pretty much disappeared.  Dickinson is reverting back to something archaic and obsolete.  Why?  You could make the argument that Dickinson has all four points in mind, but I think the allusion to a religious dimension is paramount on her mind.  The capitalization of “Quietness,” “Twilight,” “Dusk,” and “Morning” I think is her attempt to elevate the nouns to a religious phenomenon.  She even calls the “Morning” a “courteous and harrowing Grace.”  So with that, I think the poem should be read within a hermeneutic of nature endowed with the numinous.  Even “Wing” or “Keel” or “Summer” itself, and, therefore, even “Grief” take on a religious connotation.

Her overly use of dashes are also idiosyncratic.  Here I think they are used not for thematic reasons but for mechanical reasons.  Her use of dashes are all at the end of lines—in other poems she uses them internal to lines as well—and function as a means to slow the reader down.  Where she places a dash, she wants to prevent the reader from reading the next line as if it were an enjambment, one line flowing into the next continuously.  Dickinson wants to ensure an end stop, for instance, at “the Summer lapsed away” before moving to “too imperceptible at last.”  The third quatrain has the most dashes, three of the four lines.  Here she is segregating parallel thoughts “The Dusk drew earlier in —The Morning foreign shone —A courteous, yet harrowing Grace…”  It’s not surprising that the first three quatrains all end with a dash, and that the fourth has no dashes because she wants the speed of the lines to accelerate to a climax.

The aesthetics of the poem is shaped around a duple rhythm.  Just as Dante’s aesthetics for his Divine Comedy is shaped around a scheme of three (for the Trinity and other reasons) Dickinson’s aesthetic form here revolves around two, not the twoness of duality (which would imply opposition) but the twoness of doublings which implies a yoking together of concepts.  The rhythm is a perfect unstressed/stressed iambic throughout, and each quatrain divides perfectly into two halves, and each half of a quatrain segments its thought in half.  You can find twos everywhere.  Even the image of a keel in her final quatrain implies a yoking together of two parts, whether she is drawing from the construction of a boat or more likely here the breastbone of a bird, also referred to as a “keel,” which anchors both sets of  a bird’s wing muscles.  This aesthetic of twoness—duple rather than dual—reflects and accentuates the yoking together of grief and of fading summer.

The poem is a dramaturgical unfolding of the dissipation of summer ending and simultaneously the dissipation of grief ending.  Let’s look at summer first.  The opening quatrain is a statement of theme: imperceptibly and with sudden awareness, summer has ended.  It has ended so gradually that one can’t even attribute a sense of betrayal (“Perfidy) or treachery.  Why should there have been betrayal?  Because one doesn’t typically want summer to end.  If spring is the budding of life, summer is the blossom of fulfillment.  As William Carlos Williams said, "In summer, the song sings itself."  As Wallace Stevens said, "The summer night is like a perfection of thought."  Or perhaps most simply as Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys said, "Summer means happy times and good sunshine."  And so, if summer leaves abruptly, it is a treachery; if summer leaves imperceptibly, the deceit is unnoticeable.

The next two stanzas dramatize the process of summer fading away.  Dickinson captures a perfect late summer moment: “a Quietness distilled.”  Can quietness actually be distilled?  It’s either quiet or not, but her use of “distilled” is her means of alluding to the sublime and to the transcendence.  There is a religious allusion to this moment, and perhaps to the process—"Nature spending with herself/[a]Sequestered Afternoon.”  Dickinson in three successive lines slips in the treachery.  The summer twilight moment goes from afternoon to dusk to morning.  Her use of verbs and gerunds emphasize the transience of the moment: “lapsed,” “distill,” “spending,” “drew,” and “gone.”  And so just as one day passes to the next, the summer has passed, as a “guest” that leaves in the morning.  And this passing is a “harrowing Grace,” which could be rephrased as an “acutely painful blessing,” an oxymoron.  What nature lovingly provides is a grace, but, to our heart’s discontent, it is transient, it has passed.

The final quatrain dramatizes the “Summer’s light escape” with a flight imagery, even though summer takes off without a wing or a keel.  (Keel could also be a boating image but keeping with the wing I think it coordinates best with bird flight.)  Dickinson offers a final surprise and projects in the last line the flight into the “Beautiful.”  This is to put the summer experience into its final transcendence, captured as a Keatsian (the poet John Keats) sublimity.  Indeed, Dickinson’s poem seems to owe something to Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale.”  (“Away! away! for I will fly to thee,/Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,/But on the viewless wings of Poesy”)  There too grief and summer and transcendent beauty come together, though grief there is in opposition to beauty,  Dickinson’s summer flight into the “Beautiful” enshrines the summer into memory.  How many songs are there about the memory of a summer love?  Many.

As I said, this poem is just as much about the passing of grief as the passing of summer.  Substitute grief in the poem for summer.  In the first stanza, the passing of grief is a perfidy just like that of summer.  How can the passing of grief be a treachery?  Wouldn’t you want the grieving to go away?  Not necessarily.  Often, maybe most often, people hold on to grief as a companion.  When we grieve, our grief is all we may have left of our loss. And once the loss is no longer felt, we are taken aback, and we might see that as a treachery.  The middle stanzas dramatize the transient nature of the passing of grief.  I don’t know if Dickinson could have been aware of the five stages of grief, but today we do understand that grief goes through temporal stages.  The poem is possibly suggesting the final stage—acceptance.  The acceptance of grief is also a “harrowing Grace,” a painful blessing.

Finally in the last quatrain, grief too takes flight into the beautiful.  It too, Dickinson suggests, moves into the sublime.  But how and why?  It comes down to love.  We only grieve for the loss of someone or something we love.  That love is tied to the grief, and so that love and grief is fixed in the heart and we do not want to lose it.  We ultimately hold it dear because the person we lost is dear.  Think of someone you’ve lost and grieved for.  In time that pain is consoled, and the beauty of that grief remains in some timeless space, forever to be cherished.

Here we are in late September, and the summer has passed, just as imperceptibly as grief.




Thursday, August 18, 2016

Poem: To See the Summer Sky by Emily Dickinson

I was perusing Emily Dickinson’s The Complete Poems and came across this little one.  Well, just about all of Emily’s poems are little, but this is especially so: just three lines and seventeen words. 

To see the Summer Sky 
by Emily Dickinson

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --
True Poems flee --


You may not notice it, but there’s craft there.  The first two lines rhyme with sky/lie.  Then there is the rhyme of syllable in “poetry” to the closing word, “flee.”  Six syllables in the first line are followed by a doubling of twelve syllables in the second line.  This sets up the really curt three syllables of the third line, which punctuates the central thesis, which is that nature itself is the truest poetry.  So she builds the lines on multiples of three syllables: 6, 12, 3.  That’s not an accident.  But also notice how, though not a rhyme, there is a sound relationship between the “lie” and flee.”  Both have that strong “l” sound in the opening consonant and both are monosyllabic.  The sound “ei” shifts to “ee” making it appear as a sort of sound inflection, such as sing/sung.  “Lie” appears to inflect to “flee” which gives the summer sky movement.  Excellent.



Saturday, October 19, 2013

Poetry Analysis: I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died By Emily Dickinson

This may be my favorite Emily Dickenson poem. I remember reading it many years ago in college, and it has forever stuck with me. Every time I see a fly I can’t but help recalling this poem. As with many of Dickinson’s poems, it concerns death, our relationship to it, or the experience of it. Let’s look at it in detail. Here’s the entire poem.
 

I Heard a Fly Buzz

by Emily Dickinson
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –  
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –  
Between the Heaves of Storm – 
 
The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –  
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –  
 
I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portions of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –  
 
With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz –  
Between the light – and me –  
And then the Windows failed – and then
I could not see to see –
There are at least several possibilities on how to read the poem.


A. The Atheist Reading: The narrator is dying; she expects Christ (“the King”) to come at her death but all she gets is a fly.
 
B. The Damned Reading: The narrator is dying; she expects Christ but gets a fly, a fiendish, satanic creature.   
 
C. The Saved Reading: Here there are at least two possibilities, which I’ll get to.
 
Let’s look at the atheist reading first, since I think we can dispel it quickly. In support of such a reading, the poem ends with no dramatic post life experience. Christ doesn’t come. The moment of death is dramatized with a failing of the senses: “I could not see to see.“  A fly is an insect that hovers over carrion, a dead piece of flesh that has no further consciousness.  The fly, then, would serve as an emblem for materialism, supporting an absence of an afterlife. 

However, there are strong arguments that undermine it.  First we know that Dickinson was a believer.   She may have evolved to an unconventional Christianity, but it was still solidly Christian.  Just two poems before “I Heard a Fly Buzz” in Dickinson’s catalogue of poetry is a poem clearly displaying her faith, “I live with Him—I see His face.”  This poem was probably written within days of our poem under analysis.  (For an account of Dickinson’s faith in her poetry, see In Light of Christ: Writings in the Western Tradition by Lucy Beckett, Ignatius Press, p. 424-30.)
 

Of course she may have suspended her faith for the sake of this poem but there are way too many examples of her being not just a religious person, but a devout person.  More importantly, while the poem does end with a failure of sensation, the poetic stance is of a person looking back in time.  It’s in past tense: “I heard a fly buzz,” a sort of circling back from the ending experience.  She has died, and she’s recalling those final moments in an afterlife.  Some sort of consciousness is there, implied by the narrative voice, only not of a flesh and blood, living consciousness.  If she was really suggesting atheism, she could easily have taken a different poetic stance and come out with a very similar poem.
 

The damned reading is rather interesting, and I think harder to disprove.  Is a fly a sort of inversion of the normal dove emblem of the Holy Spirit?  Is it some sort of demonic angel?  Is it Satan himself, sometimes referred to as Beelzebub (or other times it’s the name of one of his deputies), a name with a “buzz” sound to it?  This time we can’t rely on her biography or other supporting poetry to contradict this.  In humility any Christian knows their salvation is not guaranteed, and she may have taken this fancy and dramatized the possibility. 

Still, there is one thing the poem lacks to support that reading.  There is no rationale for her going to hell.  The center of the poem is about an organized preparation: the acceptance of imminent death, the waiting for “the last onset,” the willing away of “keepsakes,” the signing away of the “portions” of the self.  Such preparation of the end would typically include a confession, a setting right of one’s trespasses.  I love the phrasing, “Signed away/What portions of me be/Assignable.”  It’s not just material articles she’s alluding to—that would be redundant to willing away her keepsakes—but an inner part of her, a signing away of her sins.  She has made her peace with God and there would be no reason for going to hell.  Unless her point is that even then you can still go to hell. But if that were so then she rhetorically would need more to flesh that point out since it goes against common understanding.  With that, this reading is not probable.
 
So let’s look at saved readings.  Here there are two possibilities.  
 

Let me take the simple one first.  The fly is a sort of weird angel, come to draw her heavenward.  Or it could be Christ Himself, the King in a rather humble insect mode.  Death would be seen not as some great momentous event as expected at the beginning of the poem, but a rather ordinary, common event.  The rhetorical device here would be contrast, the expectation of Christ the King versus the reality of the humble fly, and that would be analogous to the expectation of death as momentous verses common.  That is a possible reading but it doesn’t really explain that last stanza. 
 

All three of the above readings cannot explain why the fly moves “with Blue uncertain stumbling Buzz.”  That is the most remarkable line of the poem.  Why is it blue and why does it stumble?  Would Christ stumble?  Would Satan stumble?  Certainly a fly over carrion would not be stumbling.
 

Another way to read the poem is that the fly is her soul coming out at the moment of her death, that moment of stillness “between the heaves of storm.” The last six lines dramatize that fraction of a second where the soul has come out and the body is momentarily still functioning.  Christ the King is there in the light, coming from the window.  Flies are drawn to light, and so interposed.  Her soul is drawn to Christ, as a fly is drawn to light.  Her bodily eyes in that moment of death are seeing her soul as a fly leave her body and head toward the window’s light.  “And then the windows failed” is a wonderful way to phrase her death.  Windows don’t fail, unless they break, and that’s not what’s happening here.  It’s how her eyes would sense her death, a failing to further function. 
 

So why is the buzz stumbling and blue?  First let’s appreciate that line.  The sound effect is wonderful, alliterating the bilabial “b” consonant (blue, second syllable of stumbling, buzz) to simulate the fly sound.  Second, stumbling is what happens when one is unsure of one’s self.  She, in the form of a soul, has just crossed over into a new mode of existence and hasn’t gotten her bearings and balance yet.  But why blue?  Sounds don’t have color.  A description of one sense with another sense, here describing sound as a color, is a form of synesthesia, a description of a perception that is so intense that it crosses senses. Death has just occurred, Christ is shining before her, all experiences that she has never felt.  The new perception is unlike common perception, a sort of camera filter transitioning hue.  Why blue?  Besides the alliteration, perhaps it’s suggestive of the sky, the path toward heaven, perhaps suggestive of peace, perhaps suggestive of death—a sort of black with light—perhaps suggestive of a body of water, of a new beginning.
 
I hope you enjoyed the poem and my analysis.  So which reading makes most sense to you?  Or is there another reading altogether you can think of?  If there is anything you can add, please do.  I also hope next time you see a fly in the house you will think of this poem as I do.  I leave you with a clip of a dramatized reading of the poem.
 

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Notable Quote: Emily Dickinson

I'm working on a couple of pieces that are not quite ready to put out yet.  One of them is on an Emily Dickinson poem, and so since I'm not ready and didn't have the time for a new Matthew Monday I decided to put this little poem by Dickinson out.  This little poem is not very complicated, or even feel very artsy, but it's humorous and charming and has the feel of a notable quote.


I'm Nobody! Who are You?

by Emily Dickinson

 I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Whoever may be reading this, are you as much a nobody as me?