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New Feet Within My Garden Go, Emily Dickinson

19 Dec

New Feet Within My Garden Go, Emily Dickinson

New Feet Within My Garden Go, Emily Dickinson

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New feet within my garden go,
new fingers stir the sod;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude..

….Herb Leaf

.New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!-Emily Dickinson

Cally The Mischievous Shih-Tzu hiding in geraniums.

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4 Responses to “New Feet Within My Garden Go, Emily Dickinson”

  1. kvennarad December 19, 2011 at 9:53 pm #

    E.D. has a very subtle touch. Her use of English Hymn Metre (quatrains of alternating lines in iambic tetrameter and trimeter) suggests reverence, but her poems are short. The use of half-rhymes (‘sod’ – ‘solitude’ is typical) and surprising epithets (‘pensive’ applied to spring, for example) give the impression of something just outside the poet’s grasp and the reader’s.

    Her writing seems elegiac, resigned, wistful; she regrets the passing of time but sees permanence nonetheless in the repetition of patterns. Perhaps she sees herself in this poem in old age, having given up the tending of her garden to someone else – but the tending itself goes on. The solitude of the garden is illusory because of the ‘troubadour upon the elm’ – a songbird in a tree, keeping the gardener company. ‘New children play upon the green / New weary sleep below’ – new lives come as old lives pass and are buried.

    She’s seen as ‘twee’ these days, but I find her vision, expression, and light touch a constant source of refreshment. I once answered a famous poem of hers (where the rhymes receded and became less tangible) with one of my own, which ran thus:

    The liberty to die
    – The sole, unchallenged gift
    To hearts from their Inquisitor –
    Is consequent of life;

    The ambuscade of love
    With all attendant wounds
    Is why, within a world of pain,
    The heart asks pleasure first.

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    Marie Marshall
    writer/poet/editor
    Scotland
    http://mairibheag.com
    http://kvennarad.wordpress.com

    • Lisa February 20, 2012 at 1:54 pm #

      So sorry for the belated reply – technical issue on my part (aka user error!). Thank you so much for your thoughts on E.D.’s poem and for sharing your exquisite poem and the link to your blog. Also enjoyed your poem “If they kept soup, not bucks, in banks”.

  2. Emilino Emloile December 19, 2011 at 8:03 pm #

    Love Emily Dickinson!

    • Lisa December 19, 2011 at 9:26 pm #

      Me too. Would love to hear thoughts on what she intends to convey in this poem…

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