| Monteiro continued, “The poet’s tone is wistful; these creatures are not nature’s poets (how Dickinson referred to birds), though they come close: they ‘all but sing’ as their actions presage their own deaths. It is altogether fitting, therefore, that Frost, his mind on midwinter, sees his butterflies flurrying down like snowflakes to ‘freshly sliced’ graves in the April mud. For Frost, fragility sems to equate butterflies with snowflakes. Even in ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snow Evening,’ Frost echoes this theme when, playing on Dickinson’s phrase, ‘easy sweeps of sky,’ he writes of ‘the sweep / Of easy wind and downy flake.’” |
Tomorrow I’ll take a closer look at sweeping in Dickinson’s poetry.
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