Showing posts with label extended metaphor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label extended metaphor. Show all posts

Thursday, September 16, 2010

I taste a a liquor never brewed

[Number eleven]

Emily Dickinson uses an Extended Metaphor in this poem. She (or the Speaker) compares being drunk to Nature.

When I first read this Poem, I really didn't understand Anything! I think I am still reading to see the entire Picture, and I'm not trying to find the Details first.

Anyways, back to the poem. In the first Stanza, the speaker isn't Drunk yet. The Liquor here is actually Mugs of natural Pearls. I think.
In Stanza two, the Speaker is Drunk on Air; She is indulging Herself on the Dew, You know, the little Droplets of Water on the Grass in the Morning. Things are getting Crazy!
In Stanza three, the Speaker talks about Bees, Butterflies, and Foxglove's (which is a kind of Flower). The Bees and Butterflies both eat or use Pollen. Even though the Pollen is gone, "[the speaker] shall but drink the more!". She/He isn't Drunk enough.

Angels (Seraphs) and Saints run to see the "Drunkard" at the "Window"... I don't know how that has to do with Nature.



DEAR EMILY, --
I-- HOPE --THAT WASN'T-- ANNOYING!
MARY.
P.S.--

Thursday, September 9, 2010

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain.

Number 11 will be addressed in this poem.

Figurative language: extended metaphor.

So, Emily, or Dickinson, uses the process of a funeral to describe a mental breakdown throughout the entire poem.
I read the first stanza as the beginning of the funeral, maybe even the showing. Everyone is walking back and forth. So in the mental breakdown this can serve as the speaker coming in and out of reality. When the people moved "to", she was capable and real, but when they moved "fro", everyone was gone. She was in her on world.

And then then everyone stopped. They didn't come "to" anymore. (Because the funeral started).
She's in this strange world, waiting to leave completely. And then she begins that journey on the way out of the funeral. "I heard them lift a box". Then silence came, probably in the hearse at this point. She is isolated and is about to leave this world.

"I dropped down, and down..." Now she is in the ground. She is gone. Her mental breakdown is complete; she is insane.