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Emily Dickinson Poetry. By Erin M, Maddie H, Kathryn T, and Kathleen N. This is my letter to the World. Death is a dialogue between. *Two Stanzas *Eight Total Lines. This Is my letter to the World. This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me-
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Emily Dickinson Poetry By Erin M, MaddieH, Kathryn T, and Kathleen N
This is my letter to the World Death is a dialogue between
This Is my letter to the World This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me- The simple News that Nature told- With tender Majesty Her message is committed To Hands I cannot see- For love of Her- Sweet- countrymen- Judge tenderly- of Me
Who is speaking? • Emily Dickinson? • A boy? • A girl? • God?
Mood Story • “This Is My letter to the World” • self reflective of work • “never wrote to Me” • Never got impact desired • A commission to serve? • Desire to be heard?
Relations of stanzas This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me- The simple News that Nature told- With tender Majesty Her message is committed To Hands I cannot see- For love of Her- Sweet- countrymen- Judge tenderly- of Me Both discuss her assigned task from mother nature to deliver her message
Relations of stanzas This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me- The simple News that Nature told- With tender Majesty Her message is committed To Hands I cannot see- For love of Her- Sweet- countrymen- Judge tenderly- of Me • The instinct to write from nature
Relations of stanzas This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me- The simple News that Nature told- With tender Majesty Her message is committed To Hands I cannot see- For love of Her- Sweet- countrymen- Judge tenderly- of Me • Nature is her boss, its message is her duty • She tried to relate this message to events in her life (like the civil war) • Some don’t understand • She seems secluded
Rhyme This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me- The simple News that Nature told- With tender Majesty Her message is committed To Hands I cannot see- For love of Her- Sweet- countrymen- Judge tenderly- of Me Slant Rhyme True Rhyme
Rhythm? No Sir
This Is My Letter to the World Not too consistent This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me- The simple News that Nature told- With tender Majesty Her message is committed To Hands I cannot see- For love of Her- Sweet- countrymen- Judge tenderly- of Me
Death is a dialogue between. • Seems sad and depressing • Shows Emily’s obsession with death • Maybe a bit scary
Death is a dialogue between DEATH is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust. “Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir, I have another trust.” Death doubts it, argues from the ground. The Spirit turns away, Just laying off, for evidence, An overcoat of clay.
Who is speaking? • A witness to this fight maybe anyone
In the second stanza, tensions between death and the spirit rise, and then the spirit overcomes death Begins upsetting and scary with death saying “Dissolve,” Mood
Death is a dialogue between In the Stanzas DEATH is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust. “Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir, I have another trust.” Death doubts it, argues from the ground. The Spirit turns away, Just laying off, for evidence, An overcoat of clay. Both have a conversation between death and the spirit
Death is a dialogue between Death meets the spirit, begins wanting it to cease living DEATH is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust. “Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir, I have another trust.” Death doubts it, argues from the ground. The Spirit turns away, Just laying off, for evidence, An overcoat of clay. A kind of fight or debate begins, the Spirit turns away from Death
Rhyme Death is a dialogue between True Rhyme DEATH is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust. “Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir, I have another trust.” Death doubts it, argues from the ground. The Spirit turns away, Just laying off, for evidence, An overcoat of clay. True Rhyme
Death is a dialogue between Rhythm? Not much rhythm DEATH is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust. “Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir, I have another trust.” Death doubts it, argues from the ground. The Spirit turns away, Just laying off, for evidence, An overcoat of clay.