A Light Exists in Spring
I always feel poetic at the changing of seasons, and I would like to share a very beautiful poem with you by Emily Dickinson. Dickinson lived December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886 and is a well-known American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, she was a prolific private poet, fewer than a dozen of her nearly eighteen hundred poems were published during her lifetime.
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period — When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay —
A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament.
When I was in college, I took an online English class one semester. Now online classes are not for everyone, but as a particular introvert, more comfortable typing than speaking, they always worked out very well for me. On one particular group discussion board, our class was discussing the meaning of a certain poem. The professor, at one point, made the statement that poetry should be up for any persons own interpretation. He said that we as the readers should be allowed to create our own understandings of the words and apply them however we feel.
Well I completely disagreed with him, and still do. I believe all literature has a specific intended purpose. Take the Bible for instance. We as Christians get into trouble when we start taking scripture and applying our own interpretations other than that which God intended. I view poetry the same way. When I write a poem, there are specific feelings and emotions I am trying to convey. Granted, a reader doesn’t have to agree or embrace them as their own, but there is only one original meaning.
So in reading this lovely poem by Emily Dickinson, I began to dissect and attempt to understand what she meant. Without going into all that I found, consider reading this great review written by a Misty Jones.
Also I am pleased to celebrate Stilettos to Aristotle’s Second Birthday! Let’s eat cake and dwell in possibilities…