Monday, 1 February 2010

A Country Burial

By Emily Dickinson

Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.
Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.

Some say it's perfection in 8 lines. I could talk about syllabic lines, para-rhymes, rhyme schemes and pentameters, but what really matters is how the poem makes you feel. Does the poem attempt to console those left behind, reassure those whom must lie in this bed, or simply lay out the facts of how burials are-or should be? There are others who say its not about any of those things and that they completely miss the point. But isn't that the point with poetry? That you can't possibly miss the point, because the poem means something different to everyone who reads it.

Some literary philosophy there!