Weekly Interlinear Poem




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Robert Jackson

This is the poem for the week of November 24.
A new interlinear poem is available each Monday.


A solemn thing it was

-Emily Dickinson


A solemn thing it was, I said,
A woman white to be,
white - Emily wore white dresses
And wear, if God should count me fit,
Her hallowed mystery.
wear. . . her hallowed mystery=be a mystical woman

A timid thing to drop a life
timid=requiring no creative/intellectual effort
Into the purple well,
purple well=religious depths/Baptismal font
Too plummetless that it come back
plummetless=eternal
it=the life
come back=be renewed after Baptism

Eternity until
eternity=eternal

I pondered how the bliss would look
And would it feel as big
When I could take it in my hand
As hovering, seen through fog,
hovering, seen through fog=the vagueness of mystical vision
And, then, the size of this "small" life
(The Sages call it small)
Swelled like horizons in my vest
And I sneered softly, "small"!
small - daily life trumps mystical life





A solemn thing it was, I said,
A woman white to be,
And wear, if God should count me fit,
Her hallowed mystery.

A timid thing to drop a life
Into the purple well,
Too plummetless that it come back
Eternity until

I pondered how the bliss would look
And would it feel as big
When I could take it in my hand
As hovering, seen through fog,

And, then, the size of this "small" life
(The Sages call it small)
Swelled like horizons in my vest
And I sneered softly, "small"!