Emily Dickinson used her own style of writing. She does not really fit into the modernism period that was going on at the time. Dickinson fit into the Transcendentalist movement more than anything.. She isolated herself to try and figure out the meaning of life and why she was here on Earth. She did not really use a rhyming scheme, she just wrote what she was thinking about and it just happened to turn into poetry. Dickinson basically cut her self of from society because of how sick of it she was. Dickson locker herself in her house and I am pretty sure that she did not leave her house for many years. Can you imagine how clean her house must have been? Anyway I believe that this is why she was able to write about whatever she wanted to. I think that her poem "A Bird Came Down" is a scene she may have witnessed looking out her window while she was writing. I do not think that being kept up in your house is the best way to experience life, but I also can see how she would find inspiration from such a scene. A bird is just such a peculiar thing and I think that Dickinson saw the same thing.
"He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head"(Dickinson Stanza 3)
This is the third stanza of the poem "A Bird Came Down" and reiterates what I said about the interesting thing of a bird. A bird is just so interesting in how it hops around, moving its head quickly, and looking for something to eat. This poem does not follow a more difficult rhyme scheme. Only some lines rhyme with each other. Unless I am not able to rhyme words together, this poem follows an A B C B D E F E G H I G J K L M N O P Q rhyme scheme. Only the first two stanzas appear to have a rhyming pattern at all and this is very weird for poetry. When I think of poetry, I think of every other line rhyming with each other. I know that this is not true for all poetry. Another thing I do not understand is or who considers this good poetry. Seems to me that this poem is just about a bird walking around eating bugs. It is possible that I am looking to far into taking this poem literally but that is just what it seems to me. I do not understand what makes some of these authors worthy of being famous. I hope one day to be able to open up and understand these author's writing better.
"A bird came down the walk: A
He did not know I saw; B
He bit an angle-worm in halves C
And ate the fellow, raw. B
And then he drank a dew D
From a convenient grass, E
And then hopped sidewise to the wall F
To let a beetle pass. E
He glanced with rapid eyes G
That hurried all abroad,-- H
They looked like frightened beads, I thought; I
He stirred his velvet head G
Like one in danger; cautious, J
I offered him a crumb, K
And he unrolled his feathers L
And rowed him softer home M
Than oars divide the ocean, N
Too silver for a seam, O
Or butterflies, off banks of noon, P
Leap, splashless, as they swim." Q
Dickinson, Emily. "Emily Dickinson." PoemHunter. 14 May 2001. Web. 12 Mar. 2012
"He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head"(Dickinson Stanza 3)
This is the third stanza of the poem "A Bird Came Down" and reiterates what I said about the interesting thing of a bird. A bird is just so interesting in how it hops around, moving its head quickly, and looking for something to eat. This poem does not follow a more difficult rhyme scheme. Only some lines rhyme with each other. Unless I am not able to rhyme words together, this poem follows an A B C B D E F E G H I G J K L M N O P Q rhyme scheme. Only the first two stanzas appear to have a rhyming pattern at all and this is very weird for poetry. When I think of poetry, I think of every other line rhyming with each other. I know that this is not true for all poetry. Another thing I do not understand is or who considers this good poetry. Seems to me that this poem is just about a bird walking around eating bugs. It is possible that I am looking to far into taking this poem literally but that is just what it seems to me. I do not understand what makes some of these authors worthy of being famous. I hope one day to be able to open up and understand these author's writing better.
"A bird came down the walk: A
He did not know I saw; B
He bit an angle-worm in halves C
And ate the fellow, raw. B
And then he drank a dew D
From a convenient grass, E
And then hopped sidewise to the wall F
To let a beetle pass. E
He glanced with rapid eyes G
That hurried all abroad,-- H
They looked like frightened beads, I thought; I
He stirred his velvet head G
Like one in danger; cautious, J
I offered him a crumb, K
And he unrolled his feathers L
And rowed him softer home M
Than oars divide the ocean, N
Too silver for a seam, O
Or butterflies, off banks of noon, P
Leap, splashless, as they swim." Q
Dickinson, Emily. "Emily Dickinson." PoemHunter. 14 May 2001. Web. 12 Mar. 2012
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