Emily Dickinson's Loaded Gun

In “My Life had stood -a loaded gun-” of Emily Dickinson’s tale about a gun and his master, we learn a rather ambiguous way in which an impious person, even a complete atheist, has the capability and necessary talents, to become a devoted and ecclesiastical individual, when and if God decides it is that person’s moment to become his mediator disciple towards mankind. The individual’s unused deftness is depicted as the “Loaded Gun” before “the Owner passed-identified- and carried Me away”, which is understood as an analogy for the human being able to preach, but only evangelizes when he apprehends God’s word or at the moment he is taught about him. Furthermore, Emily Dickinson reveals us how her shots are echoed back at her through “the mountains
Further on, she develops more profound imagery by hyperbolizing and describing explicitly her blasts from the gun into the valley by, “And do I smile, such cordial light, upon the valley glow- It is as a Vesuvian face had let it’s pleasures through.” Indeed, she presents how her acts bring about distinct attitudes from the people who receive the message, more importantly, that of happiness and joy. However, Emily illustrates the relationship between the person and God as a job or burden, since the excerpt, “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-“, appropriately portrays how she won’t share her bed with his master, she is there to protect him, not to have any sort of special relationship with the Master. Certainly, their relation rendered here isn’t personal because they are sketched as being separate from themselves when they
This stanza concerns Emily’s signature theme of death, but this time it deals with how her progress and achievements in her life have immortalized her in the minds of people and in paper. However the stanza has an ambiguous meaning since her inability to die and live more than God(Though I than he may longer live, he longer must than I) can implicitly adumbrate that many people won’t remember God bringing them into his church, but instead call forth on her as their light in the darkness. She thinks that God is the true architect in the scheme, not her, but people will remember her more than they will ever do about God. In short, Emily Dickinson delights us with an intricate poem that can be difficult to discern but at last proves worth by revealing to us a powerful and truthful pathway, God still can sow in our