hey, i need some help on an analyisis of emily dickinson's "some keep the sabbath going to church" thanks

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church—
I keep it, staying at Home—
With a Bobolink for a Chorister—
And an Orchard, for a Dome—

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice—
I just wear my Wings—
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton—sings.

God preaches, a noted Clergyman—
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last—
I'm going, all along.


Ya don't have to go to church to keep (your) God's word. Didja look up chorister, bobolink and surplice? Emmy uses all perfect rhymes here, very unusual. Still, the usual 4343 ballad meter along with an abundance of emdashes and capitals.

By 'I just wear my Wings'- do you think that she's saying she's a bird or an angel?

pam

Or an aviator?

Surplice = wings = angel

"a loose-fitting white ecclesiastical vestment with wide sleeves"

Doesn't say she's wearing the surplice, only the wings, she may be thinking butterfly (or bat for completeness)

I need to find articles on Emily Dickinson's poem The Bustle in a House.

I was wondering what anyone else thought the Narrow Fellow in the grass meant by meaning who was the Narrow Fellow I am having some trouble.
thanks,
Gionnonshara brodsky wrote:

I need to find articles on Emily Dickinson's poem The Bustle in
a House.

Bustle - Google it up:

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Narrow fellow is usually thought to be a snake. I certainly would not want to suggest any other interpretation for either the narrowness, or the grass. And I am certainly not touching the bone.

I need information on the bustle of the house

Speaking of Emily, I wonder if she read John Clare.


Little Trotty Wagtail he went in the rain
And twittering, tottering sideways he ne'er got straight again,
He stooped to get a worm and looked up to get a fly,
And then he flew away ere his feathers they were dry.

Little Trotty Wagtail he waddled in the mud,
And left his little footmarks, trample where he would.
He waddled in the water pudge and waggle went his tail,
And chirrupt up his wings to dry upon the garden rail.

Little Trotty Wagtail, you nimble all about,
And in the dimpling waterpudge you waddle in and out;
Your home is nigh at hand and in the warm pig stye,
So, little Master Wagtail, I'll bid you a goodbye.


Reminds me of,


A Bird came down the Walk—
He did not know I saw—
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass—

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroa—
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought—
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home—

Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam—
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.

Not sure if Emily drank cider while reading David Copperfield, so also staying away from the snake.

i'm looking for some other ideas on analysing Nature, the gentlest mother. As soon as possible. Thanks so much.

Nature—the Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child—
The feeblest—or the waywardest—
Her Admonition mild—

In Forest—and the Hill—
By Traveller—be heard—
Restraining Rampant Squirrel—
Or too impetuous Bird—

How fair Her Conversation—
A Summer Afternoon—
Her Household—Her Assembly—
And when the Sung go down—

Her Voice among the Aisles
Incite the timid prayer
Of the minutest Cricket—
The most unworthy Flower—

When all the Children sleep—
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light Her lamps—
Then bending from the Sky—

With infinite Affection—
And infiniter Care—
Her Golden finger on Her lip—
Wills Silence—Everywhere—

my advice is enlarge the poem and then in three minuets (be strict!!!) write all over the paper, write about things you 'get' and don't 'get' then ask a couple of friends to repeat the exercise- its easier if you use the same sheet, four heads are better than one right, answer each others questions if you can.