英文诗歌赏析（四）
英文诗歌赏析（一）
英文诗歌赏析（二）
英文诗歌赏析（三）
英文诗歌赏析（四）
英文诗歌赏析（五）
英文诗歌赏析（六）
The Grass so little has to do—
Emily Dickinson
The Grass so little has to do—
A Sphere of simple Green—
With only Butterflies to brood,
And Bees, to entertain—
And stir all day to pretty tunes
The Breezes fetch along,
And hold the Sunshine, in its lap
And bow to everything,
And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearl,
And make itself so fine
A Duchess were too common
For such a noticing,
And even when it die, to pass
In Odors so divine—
As lowly spices, laid to sleep—
Or Spikenards perishing—
And then to dwell in Sovereign Barns,
And dream the Days away,
The Grass so little has to do,
I wish I were a Hay—
F379 (1862) 333
This dreamy poem is one of my favorites. Dickinson’s portrayal of grass is simple, beautiful, and very idealistic. She takes us to that little fairy land that anyone who grew up with English story books would find familiar: lush, untrammelled grass and, nearby, a rustic barn loaded with fragrant hay. The Fairy Queen, or perhaps a 30-some woman much like Dickinson, is lying on a rise in the meadow resting in profound enjoyment. The poem seems like a daydream taken from that quiet vantage.
Time stands still at the beginning of the poem. The day passes, but for the grass it has just been to “brood” some caterpillars into butterflies, to tickle the low-flying bumblebees, and move to the “pretty tune” that the breezes “fetch along” as they travel through the woods and meadow. At night they turn the condensate into pearls of dew drops that gleam and glow as the sun rises. With such riches and beauty a duchess could ride by and not attract a single glance.
Dickinson turns from her elegy to live grass to one for dead grass, or hay. There is the suggestion, I think, that hay is more than a graceful corporeal ending to the green and growing grass. Rather, it stands for what comes after death. Although quite a few of Dickinson’s poems suggest or claim that both body and soul will be resurrected in an afterlife, this poem suggests a more homely and naturalistic ending. Again, Dickinson idealizes. Just as the grass was perfect, unmarred by dead patches or weeds, or gouged-out areas, so her hay is as sweet-smelling as any spice. It’s true, though. Good hay has a powerfully heady smell.
The first two lines of the last stanza are romantically serene and wistfully indulgent. The hay dwells “in Sovereign Barns” to “dream the Days away.” This may be the poet’s idea of heaven. In “Papa above!” she wants to be “Snug in seraphic Cupboards / To nibble all the day” like a tiny mouse. In this poem she imagines her heaven not as a city of marble and pearl but as a familiar and comforting barn. Another bit of heaven: she wouldn’t have tasks to do, like caring for her increasingly incapacitated mother, cooking for her austere father, and other household duties. She would do what she most wants to do: “dream the Days away.” Dream and then write poems. A poet’s heaven.
Adding to the calm serenity of the poem are the regular meter of the stanzas (common ballad—her most usual form) and the fairly tight rhyme scheme. The second and fourth lines of each stanza are rhymed—slant rhymes except for the last pair. Look at the list of these rhyming words: lots of "ee" sounds along with “eye,” “r," and “g."
Green along fine divine
entertain everything noticing perishing
It is a family of sounds. A word like “baby” or “sand” would stand out as different. And that’s what the last two rhymes do: “away” and “hay” make an exact rhyme in an entirely different palette of sounds. Their long “a” lingers just as we sense the poet lingering in the barn and meadow whenever she can.
第二种解析：
Here’s a feather-light one from Emily, a fascinating poem on the lowly, insignificant and simple grass. She can weave her magic with the simplest things on earth. After the visual images of the dreamy, lethargic: routine of the humble Grass Emily moves on to the later days of a royal life that the Grass leads, in the ‘sovereign barns’. I find the beginning stanzas of the ‘little to do’ life of the Grass quite appealing. The life of Grass is very similar to the mundane daily chores of a house wife. The Grass dances to the tunes that the breeze brings, she has as her companions a few simpletons like butterflies and bees, her days are revolved around entertaining them or brooding over them. She has to hold and pamper sunshine on her lap during the day, at night she strings pearls of dew to adorn herself. Grass has to stoop many times to survive too! Emily probably feels that this kind of life lacks self respect; dancing to someone’s tunes, bowing to stronger beings. She repeats in the last stanza ‘The Grass so little has to do’ and prefers to be ‘Hay’ residing in the ‘sovereign barns’. Matured and experienced Hay has an air of authority, elegance. Hay, I understand is metaphorically and symbolically associated with wealth, worldly goods (in both art and literature of the 15h and 16th centuries). I wish Emily was kinder to the Grass!
NB: I interpret Emily, the way I understand her