Essay about Analysis of Emily Dickinson’s No. 657 and No....

Analysis of Emily Dickinson’s I dwell in Possibility (No. 657) and The Soul selects her own Society (No. 303) 303 The Soul selects her own Society Then shuts the Door To her divine Majority Present no more Unmoved she notes the Chariots pausing At her low Gate Unmoved an Emperor kneeling Upon her Mat I’ve known her from an ample nation Choose One Then close the Valves of her attention Like Stone 657 I dwell in Possibility A fairer House than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior for Doors Of Chambers as the Cedars Impregnable of Eye And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky Of Visitors the fairest For Occupation This The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise†¦show more content†¦The idea of a regal Emperor - and you may picture the Emperor in his flowing, ornate robes - actually kneeling before a common woman - is an image that sets the tone of superiority. The reader can ‘see’ the ample nation begging for her attention and ‘see’ her point at one then turn away from the rest. Like Stone is a concrete image of the poet herself shutting out all that she does not desire. Yet another analysis’ of the images in The Soul selects her own Society are that they create a theme analogous to God and the universe. The Soul as the human being sees herself as god-like, she creates a universe of her own choosing by creating a defined space with her carefully chosen words - Door, Gate - which keep the external world out. Whereas God has created ‘Heaven’ for His personal space, the poet’s haven is not grand, but simple - low Gate, her Mat. The poet is the ‘common man’ who becomes superior through linguistic word play. The suggestion of superiority as stated above infer that the soul has given herself ‘heavenly’ qualities. Each word has been carefully chosen by Dickinson to convey her message. The search for the exact word is lauded in Dickinson’s poem I dwell in Possibility. In this poem she speculates on the craft of poetry. The poet loves words and delights in the vast number of words that she has to choose from. She sees poetry as having infinite Possibility, whereas prose is more