The presence of the speaker is also portrayed through the presence of volcano as the image is interwoven with a dynamic dint that is manifested with the efforts put forth by the speaker. She was also born in the Victorian Era, where women had to be shackled to their pedestals and most had to be married by age eighteen. I did lose my grandfather about 1 ½ years ago. Its aim is rather to try to explain it or analyze it from a feminist point of view, highlighting how it gives an image of a woman different from the one people are used to, as well as how it inverts the gender roles but accepting them at the same time. The poem presents the alternatives unsparingly: be the hunter or the doe. As a person lay dying, they were usually surrounded by their family and close friends, and as they prepared to pass on they would will away their material goods, and then there would usually be a moment of climax when they would witness some kind of heavenly being coming to take them to the afterlife, and they would describe it for the others in the room before dying.
With a poetic voice comes a vast amount of power. Through answering The tone seems reflective, as if the narrator is retelling the story over, having thought about it many times. But I think that for us, at this time, it is a central poem in understanding Emily Dickinson, and ourselves, and the condition of the woman artist, particularly in the nineteenth century. Don't forget about your friends. Like in most of Dickinson's poetry, the reader encounters an unconventional style and the same punctuation and capitalization usage which denote an emphasis on important words or her refusal to use periods which mark an end while dashes convey a continuation.
The speaker does so wholeheartedly and without reservation, with any and all necessary force, exulting in her decision. I find this to be one of her most difficult poems to decode. To me this speaks of something repressed, something that needs to come out, the gun is loaded, perhaps cocked and ready to fire, preparing you for the explosion of feeling in the rest of the poem. Of this ambivalence and its effect on women poets, Rich has written most poignantly, perhaps, because of her own position as poet. Her eccentricities of punctuation, not to mention the strangeness of her metamorphose and rhymes, may derives from her sense that she was her own and only audience.
My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun by Emily Dickinson performed by Juliet Stevenson Transcript My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away - And now We roam in Sovereign Woods - And now We hunt the Doe - And every time I speak for Him - The Mountains straight reply - And do I smile, such cordial light Upon the Valley glow - It is as a Vesuvian face Had let its pleasure through - And when at Night - Our good Day done - I guard My Master's Head - 'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's Deep Pillow - to have shared - To foe of His - I'm deadly foe - None stir the second time - On whom I lay a Yellow Eye - Or an emphatic Thumb - Though I than He - may longer live He longer must - than I - For I have but the power to kill, Without - the power to die — Interpretation by Dzifa Benson The first line of this poem is arresting, it pulls you in, but it also prepares you for anger, but what is Emily Dickinson angry about? She has become known for unfolding the social boundaries surrounding women in this time period. He dies from complications of cancer after only suffering for a very short time. The numerous ways to interpret her poetry draws more and more readers into her publications. It is better to kill for him than to lay with him. The animus muse enables her to fix the dying moment, but it is only her human capabilities, working in time with language, which are able to translate that fixed moment into the words on the page.
This was not in fact madness, however, but sense—her time was taxed greatly with taking care of the house and her mother, and her choice to retire from society was the only reason that she was able to give so much time to her poetry. Rich with symbolism, the speaker puts forth a sense of destructive power that women behold, yet are trapped from using until they speak out. Her guarding of him, however, is fierce, fueled by a murderous and possessive fury to such an extent that, though a bed is mentioned, it is not a sexual place but one of violence, where she guards him jealously. In the poem's terms, she is murderous. In the realm of poetry, authors are creative with their usage of literary techniques in order to illustrate their point of view to the reader. Words are often put together in an unusual way and create deciphering difficulties for the reader. This could mean that the mountains create an echo, repeating her words, but the language here leads us to believe that the mountains are doing some chit-chatting.
Yet this last stanza seems to make that moment of realization, the moment of finally believing in the afterlife, more important than the afterlife itself. Only have people in your life who make you the best version of yourself. She is his staunch defender, and in fulfilling this role, becomes powerful—she shares his voice, acts only at his bidding, and is in some way immortal. No matter what answer is given to her, we cannot imagine this hesitant, uncertain person fighting to regain her sanity. Most of her life was shrouded in seclusion and mystery.
In this stanza, however, we see only the speaker, no longer able to communicate with the other sides of her identity, no longer fighting this dissolution of that identity. This information should help the reader better understand the poem. Vesuvius, the infamous volcano that destroyed Pompeii. How do you read it? Sponsored Links My Life had stood-a Loaded Gun- In Corners-till a Day The Owner passed-identified- And carried Me away-And now We roam in Sovereign Woods- And now We hunt the Doe- And every time I speak for Him- The Mountains straight reply-And do I smile, such cordial light Upon the Valley glow- It is as a Vesuvian face Had let its pleasure through-And when at Night-Our good Day done- I guard My Master's Head- 'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's Deep Pillow-to have shared-To foe of His-I'm deadly foe- None stir the second time- On whom I lay a Yellow Eye- Or an emphatic Thumb-Though I than He-may longer live He longer must-than I- For I have but the power to kill, Without-the power to die- Sponsor 122 Free Video Tutorials Please I make on youtube such as. Her rhythm is the round of Nature, and her sovereignty is destructive to the independent individual because the continuity of the round requires that she devour her children and absorb their lives and consciousness back into her teeming womb, season after season, generation after generation.
Emily Dickinson is a poet known for her cryptic, confusing language. I think it could be that the narrator has gone off on a bit of a tangent, and is perhaps talking almost to his or herself, and glances back to the reader every once in a while to make sure he or she is still paying attention. This may explain why she takes her identity from a man. She lets us have it our way! But, again like Plath, Dickinson is prepared to embrace it nevertheless--together with all other aspects of her unacceptable self. Paradoxically, she attained her prerogatives through submission to the internalized masculine principle. Emily Dickinson's My Life Had Stood:A Loaded Gun Emily Dickinson is a poet known for her cryptic, confusing language. She can refuse to be a victim by casting her lot with the hunter, but thereby she claims herself as victim.