Wild Nights, Because I Could Not Stop for a Death, If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking- Interpretation

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Emily Dickinson is said to be the best American writer ever. She broke down with the conventional style of writing poetry and created her own, containing ‘imperfect’ rhymes, irregular lines and stanzas, no proper punctuation, and capital letters (with no clear reason for the last thing). What makes Dickinson’s poetry so interesting? I would like to focus on her personality, themes of poems and interpret few of her poems to try to answer this question. Emily Dickinson was brought up in New England by a strict father. She spent her whole life alone, she rarely went out or received guests-it was her own decision, once she said to a well-known critic, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, “Forgive me if I am frightened; I never see strangers and hardly know what I say”. In spite of her loneliness there is an interesting fact from her life - she had got an affair with minister. After that event she started writing poems. The main themes in her poetry are: death, pride, loss, pain and despair, God ( she is often very angry with God), Christ and love, but this theme is rather rare. And now I would like to present my interpretation of poems. “Because I could not stop for Death” is a poem in which she presents death as a courting gentleman : “Because I could not stop for Death—He kindly stopped for me” , so it is not the stereotypical view of a Death as a gloomy reaper but rather a nice presentation. She also presents three stages of our life. The first one is “School” which illustrates our childhood, then “We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain” – equivalent for mature life and the last stage is “the Setting Sun” – this is Death. After a Death “We paused before a House that seemed a Swelling of the Ground” which illustrates our grave. In this poem we see that Death is not something bad, it is neutral, we cannot omit Him – everyone dies anyway. The next poem is “Wild Nights, Wild Nights” in which she shows her lust for the physical pleasure of spending some wild nights with a man....
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