With a Flower

Continuing with the flower poetry posts, I thought I would share this little snippet of a poem by Dickinson. Now, I am not sure if this is the actual title of the poem, or it was left unnamed, which is most likely the case, but I found it on poetry.com like this.

"With a Flower" by Emily Dickinson

I hide myself within my flower,

That wearing on your breast,

You, unsuspecting, wear me too --

And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,

That, fading from your vase,

You, unsuspecting, feel for me

Almost a loneliness.

I really like that this poem talks about hiding places in a sense. I have been reading Bachelard's A Poetics of Space off and on for a couple weeks, and his book is all about how we perceive and experience intimate space. He also is talking about poetry to a great extent, and this poems by Dickinson seems to fit into his analysis quite well. I think it's great that Dickinson imagines a flower as an enclosure of some kind. Bachelard writes to great extent about shells as homes, and to think of something as natural as a flower as a home is awesome.

I guess I am just anticipating Spring a little early, but I just can't wait until winter goes away. It seems to have lasted really long here in Tulsa, and I am in dire need of some sunlight that is yellow-ish and not that white, hazy overcast sun that hovers around in Winter.