One Year Ago—jots What?
One Year ago—jots what?
God—spell the word! I—can't—
by Emily Dickinson
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Andesikuteb Peter Yamusa
31 Dec 2015 02:49
Wow..great poem..happy new year
31 Dec 2015 02:12
nice poem for the season //////
31 Dec 2015 01:53
The first stanza took me straight into a maelstrom. What in the world is happening here? - was my first thought. The punctuation was weird. But it forced me to slow down. Then I find that the thoughts she expresses are really erratic ones. She's stumbling for words: jots what? , ” “I—can’t, ” “Not that, ” “will do.” This stop and go mimics the author's frame of mind. Then she uses the last line of the stanza to make me focus on “Spell slower—Glory.” Huh? Well, the first word of that line, “Spell, ” has two meanings: one being “enchantment” and the other being “speak it out” or “recite it slowly.” Okay. Dickinson is going to make me work at getting into this poem.
Ramesh T A
31 Dec 2015 09:54
New life, dreams, love and world Ever open to you my dear friends! World will be everyone's home and Years of saddest pursuits will be fulfilled! Energy level of all will increase soon and All will come together to do best for all! Right attitude will keep all right ever! Success will be sure to all from now on...!
Gangadharan Nair Pulingat
31 Dec 2015 09:21
Very emotional and beautiful narration of the precious life that expresses by the great poet and a good poem.
31 Dec 2015 08:00
John Richter said it all. I could have said everything he said, though I have outlived my mother by many more years than four. I, too, love Emily Dickinson. And thanks, John, for explaining why she wrote this poem.
31 Dec 2015 05:47
A touching marvelous poem, penned by a master spirit. Thanks for sharing.
13 May 2015 07:41
Emily was such an intensely beautiful loving soul. I can not read this poem about the anniversary of her father's passing without crying... I suppose as she neared the age that he was at death - that she was inspired to write this poem about her love for him that never dwindled and her grief that didn't either... The completely surreal thing is that I did the exact same thing with my mother's passing, who I have now outlived her age by four years. And I suppose I will do the same with my father's death anniversary - though I've still many years to go to reach his age.... Where ever you are Emily, I love you...