Poems 533 & 546

Poem 533 is one that we saw in the letters and dissected its implications for her relationship with religion (which is a complex one, of course). It struck me when I was reading this set of poems not only because it was familiar, but also because it feels so powerful after reading the poem where she contemplates her relationship with being a poet. ED says in 533 that poetry is everything, it “Comprehend[s] the Whole” (line 6). Reading and writing (and experiencing) poetry tells her all she needs to know about the world, all there is to know.

It seems that every time ED is metapoetic, my heart swells a little. I love knowing that she was so passionate about the art of hers and others’ words, and I love that she finds the artistic-ness of poetry outside of poems. Lines three and four of poem 546 are so precious to me: “But stopped, when qualified to guess / How prayer would feel – to me -” and I feel like this aligns the beginning of her creating poetic art with the beginning of her questioning her faith (or rather, questioning her religion). The last stanza of poem 546 really makes me feel this alignment–she has so gracefully thrown off the poetic balance of the stanza as she talks about her faith and/or religion being so hard to balance and to “poise” (line 20).

ED’s use of poetry as a way to digest the entire world and frankly, her existence, I feel these two poems really strongly represent what she believes in. And I think that, above all else, ED believed in poetry. The power of poetry, the devastation of poetry, the responsibility of poetry, the beauty of poetry, and absolutely everything in between.

This is my April 2 work.

Poem 121, Home, Heaven, and Perennial Nests

I promise I will connect this all…

Much of my Response 4 involved thinking about how ED characterized Death (yes, capital D) in her letters, and how she spoke of Death as a relief/release. She talked of Death as a means to Heaven and how life after Death was the ultimate safe space, the ultimate home. So, since having recently writing my response thinking about this, I had this idea in my mind when reading all of the poems for today.

I found poem 120 very sweet in its suggestion that Heaven can mean anything to anyone–it is neither static nor extravagant but that it is made of simple pleasures.

With both of these ideas top of my mind, I read poem 121 (and most especially, the ending) as ED suggesting that Sue is her Heaven. ED either does not want to or is not able to give Sue the extravagant things in life, but she does not need to. Sue is her home, she is her heaven.

I just love these ladies.

The Dress

Amherst, Massachusetts, close to 20 years ago

Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning

I came across this particular poem while looking through Whitman’s manuscripts (this is the published version), and wanted to share it for those who may not have read it. I find its depiction of sorrow and loss, backdropped by the ocean, incredibly beautiful.

The Civil War Notebooks

When I viewed Whitman artifacts at the Library of Congress, I was able to see some pages of these notebooks in which Whitman kept track of the men he met and what they needed. These photos are actually from the Library of Congress rather my own, but they are clearer. I thought you might like to see just a few of his notes.