I'm having a hard time understanding the meaning of this poem by Emily Dickinson. Anyone willing to help explain the meaning behind it? Comments are appreciated.
I breathed enough to learn the trick,
And now, removed from air,
I simulate the breath so well,
That one, to be quite sure
The lungs are stirless, must descend
Among the cunning cells,
And touch the pantomime himself.
How cool the bellows feels!
Well, either she's really dead, or she feels dead- unconnected to the world. While ED did write poems from the point of view of dead people, I think that the latter is true in this case.
makes since, any one else have comments?
She's comparing her lungs to a bellows. The deeper meaning of the metaphor perhaps is that she is like dying embers and needs to breathe life into her own waning body.
I like her stuff better with the caps & emdashes. Some different words here also:
I breathed enough to take the Trick—
And now, removed from Air—
I simulate the Breath, so well—
That One, to be quite sure—
The Lungs are stirless—must descend
Among the Cunning Cells—
And touch the Pantomine—Himself,
How numb, the Bellows feels!
Pantomime is spelled incorrectly here. Did she mean a Person who pantomimes? God, perhaps? Or, just an error? And, we have 'take the trick' instead of learn it, plus 'numb' bellow, instead of 'cool.
That pesky comma after 'numb' is annoying. If she meant 'how numb the bellows feels', that would be different than, 'how numb: the bellows feels'.
Could be some kind of extended metaphor, sure, but I'm with Pam. Emmy is fixating on Death again.
Is she running a breath = soul metaphor here?
She certainly could be. That would go nicely with the 'I feel dead' idea.
Maybe she really is dead- the lungs have stopped, but the mitochondria or whatever are still going strong.
is this poem 1 or 2 Poems CAN YOU ANSERW BACK ASAP
One poem, Jose.
" The Bustle In A House" By: Emily Dickinson also any other poems about death. I have to research and analyse the poems for a 5 page research paper. thanks, shorty!
Shorty, Dickinson has many poems about death. "I Heard a Fly Buzz When I Died", "Because I Could Not Stop for Death", and others.
Couldn't she could be talking about her work?