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THE POETRY OF EMILY DICKINSON (1956)
By SERGIO BALDI
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SERGIO BALDI 439
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above all it does not imply the idea of union with God
Dickinson is not a Christian; she makes use of the vocabula
Christianity in the same way that Renaissance writers used
Roman mythology as cultural background. God, for Emily
son, is only the creator of a world which is beautiful but n
sant; a world governed by his legates, Nature and Death. T
lation of God to his world, and therefore also to man, is
and rigid as the laws of physics, which He has willed; the
sin, there is no redemption, and there is no love?whe
speaks with God (as Chase has rightly observed) she do
pray, but argues. Nor, I would add, is it even an argumen
God never in fact replies. More often than not she simply
in question the order of creation because of her own suffe
Very rarely does she express gratitude for a moment of f
beauty. Anyone who considers this last statement too
should call to mind the last verse of "The daisy follows so
sun":
Such moments, however, are rare. Under the cold eye of God,
Death has his mission, almost a loving one, to fulfill. Like Love,
he is almost human, almost understanding. Nature, instead, does
nothing but unfold its cold and inexplicable beauties, beauties
which cause us pain. Who does not remember the famous poem
"There's a certain slant of light," perhaps her best? Certainly
this is one of her most carefully constructed poems. It
has not, however, in my opinion, any theme beyond the painful
sadness of the pale winter afternoon, another of the many mo
ments of nature. We note here a tendency towards the choice of
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of ecstasy. The robin, the daffodils, the grass and the bees
not so much "symbols" as images of the quality of the emoti
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SERGIO BALDI 443
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444 POETRY OF EMILY DICKINSON
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SERGIO BALDI 445
There's plunder,?where?
Tankard, or spoon,
Earring, or stone,
A watch, some ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma,
Staid sleeping there.
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446 POETRY OF EMILY DICKINSON
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have said, "to find a meaning." This can be seen in the tre
mendous mass of her "gnomic verses" (which are not "poems,"
but definitions and maxims in verse), or by dipping at random
into her letters; yet it can be seen best, and most clearly, in her
true poems. "There's a certain slant of light" is an instance of
the way she interiorizes nature, i.e., external reality; on the other
hand, the following poem exemplifies how she interiorizes feeling,
i.e., inner reality:
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448 POETRY OF EMILY DICKINSON
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