Touch Up

Recently – in response to our recent Super Blue Moon – I posted two great poems about the moon.  Interestingly, both use the word “blue” (but neither poem mentions a “blue moon”), and both mention what a privilege it is to view the beauty of the moon.

Today, I thought I’d move on to one of my favorite poems by Dickinson about the sun.  I was hooked on this poem the minute I read the first line, “The Sun just touched the morning.” 

I found this nice (& concise) review of the poem: “the sun’s merest touch of the morning raises the speaker to such a height that she feels ‘Life would all be spring.’ That is, existence would be charged with the expectation of all that spring brings to a world clutched by a recalcitrant New England winter. Dickinson amplifies that spring mind-set as ‘supremer’ (than what?), ‘a Raised – Etherial Thing!’ and ‘Holiday.’ It’s important to note that Dickinson underlines all these words and also adds an exclamation point. Much emphasis.”

That info and more can be found HERE. 

Another interesting analysis of the poem is HERE – along with interesting comments – so be sure to scroll all the way down.