I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
This “nobody”, this voluntary recluse, who chose loneliness (perhaps after her one love, a married protestant minister, moved thousands of miles away, to San Francisco), preferred to avoid people who “talk of hallowed things aloud, and embarrass my dog“.
It might be lonelier
Without the loneliness …
It probably would. Though perhaps at times she regretted it:
This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me …
In Hunger, she speaks of “persons at the windows“, seeing herself as an outsider, hungry, looking in – but preferring hunger, although sometimes she may dream of going back:
My business? Just a life I led …
But who can go back? Mostly now she looks beyond the present. In an early poem, she writes:
Who has not found the heaven below
Will fail of it above …
Did she find heaven below? Perhaps not in her immediate surroundings, but she shows the mystical, pantheistic tendencies (we find the same in Blake, for instance, and Wordsworth) of one who does indeed find heaven here in this universe.
My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
But when I think of Emily Dickinson, the first thing that comes to my mind is the odd, outstanding, perfect line, the sort of line that truly does make one sigh and say “That is poetry”. Lines such as:
I like a look of agony,
Because I know it’s true …
Or this two-line description of a man:
A face devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face …
Or this, on the scientific doubting Thomas:
Split the lark, and you’ll find the music …
Or these, on Death:
I heard a fly buzz when I died
The blond assassin passes on,
The sun proceeds unmoved …
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me …
Or this, from the poem Charlotte Bronte’s Grave:
Oh, what an afternoon for heaven,
When ‘Bronte’ entered there! …
Oh, what an afternoon for heaven when ‘Dickinson’ entered there!