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interp. Emily Dickensons \
Posted by: Josh (163.41.178.---)
Date: May 14, 2000 06:21PM

"I like to see it lap the miles" I need some help interp. this poem by Emily Dickinson. It would be a great help if you could help me out.


RE: interp. Emily Dickensons \
Posted by: Echo Delta (---.mix1.Bloomington.cw.net)
Date: May 21, 2000 02:30AM

Dear Josh,

Emily is speaking of the wind or perhaps even a storm as in a hurricane.

"lick the valleys up" may refer to the dew on the trees and grass which the morning wind absorbs.

"feed itself at tanks" refers to lakes, ponds (nature's storage tanks of water), even the ocean where the wind consumes moisture.

Now examine the remaining lines and enjoy.


Echo Delta


RE: interp. Emily Dickensons \
Posted by: darxide (---.roanokenet.com)
Date: May 25, 2000 12:32AM

i believe she is comparing a wild horse, to a train.. and vice/versa

every line, the way i see it, could go as both.. as referring to the behavior of both..


RE: interp. Emily Dickensons \
Posted by: Echo Delta (---.mix1.Bloomington.cw.net)
Date: May 25, 2000 01:59AM

Dear darxide,

Your interpretation is quaint.

Please note that Emily chooses her words carefully. Look up the meanings of prodigious, supercilious and especially "pare".

When the wind takes on moisture it developes into a storm.

High winds rip away shingles from roofs and branches from trees.

Have you never heard the wind howl?

Consider the eye of the huricane for "docile and omnipotent" being one in the same.

The poem follows:
Echo Delta


I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop--docile and omnipotent--
At its own stable door.




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