![]() ![]() The fact that it distills sense, this wonderful act of creating, says to her that it comes slowly, and that it remains a purifying process where falsehood is stripped away leaving only truth. “Distills amazing sense.” This can be seen as amazement at how much poetry has taught her, but in a practical way. Dickinson goes on, restating her title in the first line, then onto: Poetry remakes and prolongs language every poetic language begins by being a secret language, that is, the creation of a personal universe, of a completely closed world.” ~Mircea Eliade “Poetic creation still remains an act of perfect spiritual freedom. Remember that we are talking about secrets hidden inside all of us, not just a few of us. As she was a spiritual shamanistic guide for us, she clearly says in other words from other times, “A privilege so awful / What would the Dower be, / Had I the Art to stun myself / With Bolts of Melody!” (505). Maybe Emily was also showing her unique language in communicating with this universe, thus the unusual punctuation and capitalization. The word “Poet,” being emphasized, along with the word “That,” say that a poet is “That,” or what will follow in the description. Four words are capitalized, the first one, which is understandable, but also the words “Poet,” “It,” and “That.” Accordingly, we see that this is a very pointed description of what a poet is, what being a poet meant to Emily. Auden).Įmily Dickinson talked about this immersion of the human poet into the universal psyche in her legendary poem, “This was a Poet-It is That.” Let’s break the poem open and see what we can find, shall we?įirst of all, notice the title. After all, “A poet is, above all else, a person passionately in love with language” (W.H. It is a friend that has never let me down, a confidant when I needed one, and a great love, true and deep. ![]() It has been a constant companion and wise teacher. I started writing at a very young age, around 7 years, and have never stopped. It is the only way I know to describe it. This is what literature means to me in the way it sings to my life. Seeing them as one, and allowing their enchanting resonances to fill our minds and hearts, we attempt union with them when indeed, we are already there. The two lose their distinction from one another when viewed this way. In its very essence, art is nature, and nature is art. It doesn’t fight nature it works with its difficulties, rejoices with its pleasures, laughs at its ironies, and dances with it as conjoined partner. The law of the universe is growth, or change, and this is how literature reflects everyday life. Like an intimate etude between master and pupil, the author wishes to impart something to us, to teach us a grand lesson formerly hidden in our own souls the master shows us the grand potential inside us, and then we bring it out. Literature is something that seeks after the divine in all of us. She goes on to report that the reader who seeks understanding of the poem must also be at one with the universal process or they will never understand either. This idea that poetry cannot be interpreted properly by the uninitiated is well-documented in Emily Dickinson’s poem, “I taste a liquor never brewed.” This poem shows her incredible high on nature and her need to be as one with nature. We must seek after what the Japanese refer to as, “Shin-shin, shin-gan,” or “The mind and eyes of God.” Only then will we be able to comprehend the enormity and true significance hidden in the ways literature and art impact and combine with our everyday lives. We are meant to be in union with nature, not in conflict with it, and we learn to seek their lessons in ourselves first before we can see the great picture. The breadth of nature is contained within our bodies, like miniature reflections of the universe. It is entwined with our need to create art, to write lilting sonnets, noble verse, or proficient lessons for all to assimilate. This is the essence of our beings, and indeed, of the entire universe. To understand the symbolism of nature, whether it is spring, winter, fall, summer, you, literature, poetry, or anything at all, we must first understand that everything we know will either change or grow. ![]() “Literature has always had its circus side, its freaks and its frivolities – and maybe that’s all part of it, and no bad thing if it draws people towards what is most worthwhile.” ![]()
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