I have the poem XXXIII. griefs as a hw assignment, i have to analize it. i have absolutely no clue i thought thismight help. The poem is also known as "I measure every grief..". Here are the questions:

1. How long is her grief?
2. How heavy is her grief?
3. Name 3 Kinds of grief:
a.
b.
c.
4. What kind is her grief?
5. Summary of poem:



6. Reaction? (I already wrote i didnt like it bevasue it was confusin,boring, and deep.)

Reaction? (I already wrote i didnt like it bevasue it was confusin,boring, and deep.)

That'll teach the instructor, all right!

I wuzgonna answer your questions, but I found them confusing, boring, and shallow, sorry. I suspect you have been mistakenly advanced to a class beyond your abilities. You need to go back and learn spelling, grammar, and other basics first.

Nice job on attaching the document file, though!

I MEASURE every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.
I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.
I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.
I wonder if when years have piled --
Some thousands -- on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;
Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.
The grieved are many, I am told;
The reason deeper lies, --
Death is but one and comes but once,
And only nails the eyes.
There's grief of want, and grief of cold, --
A sort they call 'despair;'
There's banishment from native eyes,
In sight of native air.
And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly, yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords
In passing Calvary,
To note the fashions of the cross,
Of those that stand alone,
Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own.


What kind of grief? Did you read the poem carefully?

There's grief of want, and grief of cold, --
A sort they call 'despair;'

Her grief is the last on the list.

Summary of poem: Emily despairs, feels grief, sympathizes with all others who feel despair.

Les

Three kinds of grief:

1) Having people mis-spell your name
2) Analize without lubrication
3) being confusin, boring, and shallow

wow cool....you CAN sing emily dickinson poems to the "Gilligan's Island" themesong !

I have only recently discovered this site so I fear my response too late to matter, yet still I will oblige.

I shall render my feeble attempt at assistance rather than simply poking fun at your typicalness; without the impetuous overtones, but, I fear, not without condescension, even if only within the statement of such itself...

A simple breakdown of the poem by stanzas:

1.) Emily tended to inhale the grief and pain of others almost instinctively, perhaps so because of the seemingly immeasurable weight of her own, which generally tends to be the case with most stricken individuals. She identified especially with the sadder souls, the somber sort, due also in part to her introverted nature, and seemingly compounded by unrequited love. In the first stanza she blood of other hearts but she wonders if they know the depth of wound that she knows.

2.) The first two lines of this second stanza are self explanatory, she is still given to internal inquiry as to whether or not 'our' pain is novelty, or aged beyond traceable measure as hers is. Her pain is old, as old as her memory, familiar company, and she seems as accustom to it as one is to ones own breath.

3.) The lines of the third stanza feel like projection in the form of question, a view of her own semi-romantic ideal of death.

4&5.) Stanzas four and five are asking: is there an end to the pain or is it eternal, and if no end be found, does it remain as so or does it heighten.

6.) Emily asserts that from her learning the grieved are many in number and that death only saves a portion of our being, there is still the matter of the soul.

7.) Seven simply explains some different forms of grief, grief's she feels. The last two lines of the stanza are ambiguous to me, I see it as a shift of land and view, be it physical or meta, a death to the flesh in search of the spirit's clearer sight.

8&9.) She takes comfort in the knowledge of the unity of disparaged souls, she is delighted in a sense to know that she is not alone in the endurance of grief. Still she is almost shocked to find it so, outside of herself.

To answer the list of questions you had
1: "old", longer than her memory.
2: Heavy enough to fantisize death.
3: Want, cold, despair (love).
4: All of the above as well as the unmentioned.

~This is my own simple view of this poem. You should research for better, more accurate analysis of it. However, it would be best (though it seems it is not your desire) to "feel" the poem yourself and come up with your own definitive conclusion. Part of the beauty of poetry is that it can have several meanings, different to each onlooker. One poem can even have different meaning to the same person revisiting it, depending on circumstance and state of mind. So find your own answers, though you are more than welcome to use mine if you so desire.~

Much Love & Good Luck

Post Script- The poem is neither confusing, nor boring.



Post Edited (05-10-04 18:18)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely, a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution...I am

i also need a help to understand her poems.
anyone got some ideas about her nature poems?
what is her attitude toward the nature?
is she just for fun to write those nature poems?
does she love nature not not?

Google is your friend.

[tinyurl.com]

Hey Johnny!
I checked it out during my 3 hr tour.
This is a bonus.
Tanxman!

"I "Love Summer more than I hate Winter"

AND...."The Yellow Rose of Texas" too !