The Features of Emily Dickinson's Poetry 计佳昕

Contents  Themes  Writing styles

Themes Love and lover Nature Mortality and immortality Life and death Success

Day Life Eye Sun Man Heaven

The master peoms "Signor （先生） " "Sir" "Master"-"lover for all eternity" Morbidity( 病态 ) "illness“ ”dying" "death" "death blow aimed by God" "funeral in the brain"

Writing styles Catching the charm of something but dropping the thing itself. A Narrow Fellow in the Grass

A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides— You may have met Him—did you not His notice sudden is— The Grass divides as with a Comb— A spotted shaft is seen— And then it closes at your feet And opens further on— He likes a Boggy Acre A Floor too cool for Corn— Yet when a Boy, and Barefoot— I more than once at Morn Have passed, I thought, a Whip lash Unbraiding in the Sun When stooping to secure it It wrinkled, and was gone— Several of Nature's People I know, and they know me— I feel for them a transport Of cordiality— But never met this Fellow Attended, or alone Without a tighter breathing And Zero at the Bone—

Writing styles Courageous experimentalist Dashes "—" Unconventional capitalization Ballad stanza

Because I could not stop for Death-- He kindly stopped for me-- The Carriage held but just Ourselves-- and Immortality.

Writing styles Her poetry abounds in( 富于 )telling images

The Grass divides as with a Comb— A spotted shaft is seen— And then it closes at your feet And opens further on— He likes a Boggy Acre A Floor too cool for Corn— Yet when a Boy, and Barefoot— I more than once at Morn Have passed, I thought, a Whip lash Unbraiding in the Sun When stooping to secure it It wrinkled, and was gone—

草儿像被梳子分开 —— 现出利箭带斑 —— 然后在你的脚边合拢， 又一路打开向前 —— 它喜欢潮湿的地盘， 泥土要凉得不生五谷 —— 但当年小孩时，赤着足 —— 我曾多次在上午 走过，当它是阳光里 摊开的绳鞭 想弯腰把它拾起 它却蜷缩，然后不见 ——

Writing styles A severe economy of expression  brevity  directness  plainest

I'm nobody, who you are? Are you nobody too? Then there's a pair of us. Don't tell--they'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody, How public --like a frog-- To tell your name the livelong June To an admiring bog by Emily Dickinson

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