Franklin’s (1998) format for lines-per-stanza (4, 4, 4, 5, 4, 5) differs from the TPB format for this poem. After close examination of ED’s three-page manuscript, I think Franklin got it right. (ED’s alternate words parentheses and my interpretation in brackets):
1. To know just how He suffered – would be dear –
2. To know if any Human eyes were near
3. To whom He could entrust His wavering gaze –
4. Until it settled broad – (full – • firm -) on Paradise –
5. To know if He was patient – part content –
6. Was Dying as He thought – or different –
7. Was it a pleasant Day to die –
8. And did the Sunshine face His way –
9. What was His furthest mind – of Home – or God –
10. Or What the Distant say –
11. At News that He ceased Human Nature
12. Such a Day-
13. And Wishes – Had He any –
14. Just His Sigh – accented
15. Had been legible – to Me –
16. And was He Confident until
17. Ill fluttered out – in [fluttered] Everlasting Well –
18. And if He spoke -What name was Best –
19. What last (first)
20. What one broke off with
21. At the Drowsiest –
22. Was he afraid – or tranquil –
23. Might He know
24. How Conscious Consciousness – could grow –
25. Till Love that was – and Love too best to be –
26. Meet – and the Junction be (mean) Eternity
ED’s obsession with how people die, what they do, what they say, how they behave, occasionally appeared in her letters and poems. This poem, F688, demonstrates ED’s fascination with Ars Moriendi, The Art of Dying. What sets this poem apart is that the capitalized “He” (& “His”) hadn’t died yet (Lines 1, 3, 5, 6, 8, 11, 13, 14, 16, 18, 23). Nevertheless, ED wondered what Reverend Charles Wadsworth (1814-1882), the love of her life, will say and do as he dies. (ED honored only God, Jesus, and Rev. Wadsworth with capitalized pronouns.)
ED closed the poem (Line 26) with a restatement of her infirm belief that she and He will
“Meet – and the Junction be Eternity”
that is, in Heaven. She first explicitly stated that belief in F431 1862, ‘If I may have it when it’s dead’ (Stanza 3):
“Think of it Lover! I and Thee
Permitted – face to face to be –
After a Life – a Death – we’ll say –
For Death was That –
And this – is Thee –”
Humpf. We don’t call Robert Frost Robert or Elizabeth Barrett Browning Elizabeth or Emily Bronte Emily. But Biographers, academic authors, and commentors alike often call Emily Dickinson Emily. Ever since her family met courteous inquiries with stony stares, we’ve been “protecting Emily”. I’m guilty too, I call her my difficult girlfriend.
Nevertheless, sing-songy perfect rhymes like “a name / the same”, “the day / away”, “disappear / is not here”, “East / West /Rest”, “Countenance / Experience” in every stanza just sound trite, no matter who wrote the poem. Maybe it’s a joke and she’s somewhere out there laughing at us as we gush. At any rate, it’s refreshing to hear an ED fan say, “in this poem, she does get a little purple in her diction, at least a little more so than usual, as can be heard in the phrase, “efflorescence of a sunset.”
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