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The most awesome blind date in history, one stood upstairs, the other stood downstairs, shouting to each other, and the tone was not very good. This is Dickinson, the old girl who never married in her life.
Her mouth stinks to death, and she is determined not to believe in Christianity. Even her family can't stand her. When he found out that his younger brother Austin had an affair, he carried out the most violent verbal attack on the family. Do not forgive, do not let go.
The first time I saw this film, I liked its unique atmosphere, but now I see it again, and I feel that it is very documentary, that is, with her life and poetry to prove each other.
Poetry to prove history is such a thing.
If you think about it again, you will forgive the director Davis. He was born in documentaries and pays attention to being realistic. The atmosphere, costumes and decorations in the film are very elegant.
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When Dickinson died of kidney disease in May 1886, Higgins (Dickinson's Bole) said in her diary that her face was miraculously restored to her youthful age. At 54 years old, she looked like 30 years old, without a single gray hair and Wrinkled, perfect peace and serenity on the tip of her beautiful eyebrows, she was so pure and humble that she never even had the slightest bit of vanity that is inevitable for ordinary people.
Created in the evening with the permission of her father, she rises in the evening wind with a love for a fanciful lover, and on page 51 we hear: "The wild night, the wild night, as long as I am with you, the wild night is Our lavish joy."
again,
In 1855, Dickinson and his sister Winnie traveled to Washington and met the Reverend Charles Wordsworth, after which they met and corresponded with each other, leading Dickinson from the dark spiritual world to the lofty realm, on a sacred road, they Support each other, support each other, and give warmth.
But it is a pity that they did not leave a correspondence, which led to a lot of speculation. In Davis' films, the visit of the Charles couple is also a highlight.
Dickinson was educated at the first women's college in the United States. This is the first scene of Davis' film. Mary Lane (1797-1849) was a famous American educator who started teaching before the age of 20. She raised money with great enthusiasm for women's education. , under the circumstances of the economic downturn in the United States at that time, founded the Man Holy Women's College in 1837, located in the eastern part of Massachusetts, and personally served as the dean, cultivating many talents, and the US government also issued her commemorative stamps in 1987 . In the film, Ms. Lane becomes a dominant figure who bullies Dickinson into Christianity. Dickinson says she puts iron in the soul
Here's a little effort to introduce the Dickinson family:
Father Edward served as Treasurer of Ann Moreston College from 1835 until his resignation in 1972. In 1838, he was elected as a representative of the Supreme Court of Massachusetts. From 1853 to 1855, he became a representative of the 33rd Congress of the United States. Provincial Supreme Court representatives are politically successful.
Austin, the eldest of his three children and Dickinson's older brother, practiced law in Amherst and succeeded his father as Treasurer of Amherst College, where he contributed to local church and municipal garden planning Remarkable contribution, enjoy a high reputation. He and Dickinson had a very close relationship since childhood, but because of Susan's marital crisis, the relationship gradually became estranged, and he once considered moving out of state. His affair is also described in the film.
Sister Vinnie is very crucial in Dickinson's life. The two are like-minded, and at the same time, they are inseparable and inseparable. Like Emily, he has never been married and lives in his father's house. She is very outgoing and often teases and enlightens her sister. Although she does not write poetry, she admires her sister's talent very much. In fact, it is precisely because of her unremitting efforts. Hard work, Dickinson was able to publish his own poetry after his death.
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A cute case of evangelism
(Are you in the Ark of Safety? You are alone in your rebellion. Miss dickinson. I fear you are a no hoper.)
1. Compensation
for every moment of ecstasy
We must pay the most pain,
tingling and tremors
proportional to ecstasy.
for every lovely moment
Will pay for years of meager wages,
The bitterness fought for half a cent and eight cents
and a cash box full of tears.
Compensation
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
Then came Bellini, Schubert...they went to see Aunt Elizabeth in Amherst. Docility is too much like slavery. Charlotte Corday, perhaps. Vinnie: I'm like Pilgrim trying to improve.
2. The heart demands pleasure first
ask for pain relief;
After that, ask for those little painkillers
to relieve pain;
Then, ask to sleep;
as its judge wishes
Then it should be
Freedom to die.
The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
3. I went to thank Her —
But she slept.
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With nosegays at the head and foot
.The travellers had thrown.
Who went to thank her.
But she slept.
'Twas short to cross the sea
To look upon her like, alive.
But turning back 'twas slow.
(Vryling Buffam here: Going to church is like going to Boston. You only enjoy it after you've gotten home.... Don't enjoy playing too much. It might become habit-forming. )
4. I see the world - poet
When first, second, the sun—
Then, summer, and then, God's heaven—
All the world's lists—
But check again, the poet
Got it all-
The rest, no need to reproduce——
So I write that the poet contains everything—
Include--
The poet's summer, the four seasons remain the same——
The sun as written, rises perfectly—
If there is, that distant paradise—
as God is for his people
well-prepared - so
This is an incredible miracle—
The proof that the poet creates his dream——
I Reckon -- When I Count It All
First — Poets — Then the Sun —
Then Summer — Then the Heaven of God —
And then — the List is done —
But, looking back — the First so seems
To Comprehend the Whole –
The Others look a needless Show –
So I write — Poets — All —
Their Summer — lasts a Solid Year –
They can afford a Sun
The East — would deem extravagant —
And if the Further Heaven –
Be Beautiful as they prepare
For Those who worship Them –
It is too difficult a Grace –
To justify the Dream –
(Sister-in-law Susan Gilbert is coming. Commencement ball)
Bees in the lavender.
Then the lazy owl.
(Won the bread prize, five dollars. Birth of a nephew. Civil war begins)
5. I'm no one! Who are you?
Are you also anonymous?
Then we are a couple!
Don't say it! They'll spread -- you know!
How boring -- yes -- so-and-so celebrity!
More swagger -- like a frog --
Tell your name -- long June --
Give a swamp of appreciation!
I'M Nobody! Who are you?
Are you--Nobody--too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Dont tell! they'd advertise--you know!
How dreary--to be--Somebody!
How public--like a Frog--
To tell your name--the livelong June--
To an admiring Bog!
6.
To fight aloud, is very brave --
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Cavalry of Woe --
Who win, and nations do not see --
Who fall -- and none observe --
Whose dying eyes, no Country
Regards with patriot love --
We trust, in plumed procession
For such, the Angels go --
Rank after Rank, with even feet --
And Uniforms of Snow.
(with Gettysburg photo below)
7. There Is A Word
Which bears a sword
can pierce an armed man.
It hurls its barbed syllables, --
At once is mute again.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted brother
Gave his breath away.
Wherever runs the breathless sun,
Wherever roams the day,
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest marksman!
Time's sublimest target
Is a soul "forgot"!
(Speaking of his sister-in-law, he is very indifferent to his husband. Although Austin is gentle, he is not dismissed.)
Wordsworth's Sermon: Oh, what a call is this? The dear ones, whose names are written in the Lamb's Book of Life. Cry "come, come!"
And the church below, Christ's witness unto the world and the church above, With the rustling of the white robes, And the sweeping of the golden harps, Cry "come, come!"
And the angels of heaven, lo! Rank above rank. Immortal principlities, As they circle the eternal throne. They have caught up the sound and Cry "come, come!"
8.
Victory came too late,
it was sent low to the icy lips
Those frosted lips
Can't taste it anymore.
how sweet that would be,
Even just a drop!
Is God so stingy?
Putting the food on his table too high
We can only get there on tiptoe.
Crumbs are suitable for such small mouths,
Cherries are suitable for robins;
Eagle golden breakfast
Just choke them.
God keeps his promise to sparrows,
those sparrows that are not petted
Learn how to survive hunger!
VICTORY comes late,
And is held low to freezing lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it.
How sweet it would have tasted,
Just a drop!
Was God so economical?
His table's spread too high for us
Unless we dine on tip-toe.
Crumbs fit such little mouths,
Cherries suit robins;
The eagle's golden breakfast
Strangles them.
God keeps his oath to sparrows,
Who of little love
Know how to starve!
(after dedicating a poem to the male god)
9. If you were coming in the Fall,
If you come in autumn,
I will flick through the summer
Half smile, half renunciation,
Like a housewife catching flies.
If I can look forward to you in a year,
I'll wrap the months into balls of yarn—
separate them and put them in their drawers,
Lest the numbers fuse, not separate—
If only extended for a few centuries,
I would like to count the days with my fingers,
Decrease day by day until all your fingers fall in
The land of the Tasmanian island.
If there is no doubt, the present life is finished—
It should belong to you and me,
I would like to throw it, like a husk, far away,
To win you in the next life—
And now, the date is far away,
Waiting indefinitely, every day,
Like a bee, it hurts me—
Unable to tell - like a thorn.
If you were coming in the Fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls—
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse—
If only Centuries, delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman's Land.
If certain, When this life was out—
That your's and mine, should be
I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity—
But, now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goesads me, like the Goblin Bee—
That will not state-it's sting.
8 Fen Mu is getting married, marrying a math professor. And Pastor Wordsworth went to San Francisco, and she cried.
10. We outgrow love, like other things
love is like everything else
Put it in the drawer when it can't fit,
until it turns outdated
Like the clothes of the ancestors.
WE outgrow love like other things
And put it in the drawer,
Till it an antique fashion shows
Like costumes grandsires wore.
11. The Dying need but little, Dear,
A glass of water's all,
A flowers on obtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,
A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret.
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.
Look back on time with kindly eyes.
He doubtless did his best.
How softly thinks his trembling sun
In human nature's west!
(Father died and played Mendelssohn's Fantasia, The Last Rose of Summer.)
12. Of so divine a Loss
We enter at the gain,
Indemnity for loneliness
That such a bliss has been.
(If we reach into the silence, then we cannot be afraid, For where there is nothing. There is god.) Go on a three-day hunger strike and wear white clothes. Here comes Uncle Bowles, and Dickinson also accuses him of changing her punctuation, hyphen here or a semi-colon there?
Mr. Emmons is here to propose.
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes —
13. He will mount the stairs at midnight.
The looming man in the night.
No ordinary bridegroom he.
But I will wait all my days.
And he will come before the afterlife.
Oh, please, let him come.
Let him not forget me.
(Song: Since first I saw your face, I resolved
To honour and renown you.
If now I am disdained, I wish.
My heart had never known you.
What! I that loved and you that liked
Shall we begin to wrangle?
No, no, no, my heart is fast
And cannot disentangle) this part is more artificial, a bit like loving you for 9 and a half weeks.
14. We never know we go,- when we are going
We jest and shut the door.
Fate following behind us bolts it
And we accost no more.
15. He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys.
Before they drop full music on.
He stuns you by degrees.
Prepares your brittle substance.
For the ethereal blow,
By fainter hammers, Further heard
then nearer, then so slow.
Your breath has time to straighten,
your brain to bubble cool
Deals one imperial Thunderbolt
that scalps your naked soul.
16. This World is not conclusion
A sequel stands beyond.
Invisible, as music.
But positive, as sound.
It beckons. And it bubbles.
Philosophies don't know.
And through a riddle at the last.
Sagacity must go.
To guess it puzzles scholars.
To gain it, men have shown
Contempt of generations
And crucifixion Known.
(Mother had her stroke.)
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