Nostalgia
“We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun” (Dickinson 9-12).
I really like how Dickinson describes this scene. One can see the speaker looking back over her life. She remembers her childhood days full of games and fun. Then she moves on to her middle age years with “the fields of gazing grain,” and lastly on to old age with “the setting sun.” The imagery really allows the reader to imagine someone appreciating and considering the past. It almost makes me nostalgic about my own memories.
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Ally Hall on Nostalgia: I also thought about this quot
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Juliana Cox on Nostalgia: I also noticed this. I was goi
Jeanine O'Neal on Nostalgia: I made this same observation.
Kaitlin Monier on Nostalgia: I thought the same about this
Lauren Miller on Nostalgia: I enjoyed this passage as well
Juliana Cox on Nostalgia: I also noticed this. I was goi
I also noticed this. I was going to blog about this is mine, but I thought you did a good job explaining the different stages of her life.
I enjoyed this passage as well. The carriage is almost like a time machine--the narrator is looking back on her life. The imagery is really beautiful here. This is not a terrifying carriage ride; it's a peaceful one. It really gives us the narrator's perception on death. Great analysis, Greta. :)
I thought the same about this quote, but I did not think of it as her nostalgia. That is a good point. It seems like she is experiencing the your-life-passes-through-your-eyes-before-you-die thing.
I made this same observation. Each line represents a different stage of one's life.
I also thought about this quote a lot. I thought it was interesting that she would write a stanza, starting first with childhood and then ending it with the setting sun meaning her death. I didn't really think about it as Dickinson being nostalgic though.