Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

auxiliaries = reserves, additional,

Hermetic = airtight, sealed

avail - to take advantage of

When Emily wrote a religious sounding poem- well let me just say, I never saw the irony of that till now. And that makes me appreciate her even more, if possible..

Now, pardon me if I annoy people but I don't believe in judging a poem when I know who has written it if that person is famous. I read them anonymously and judge the poem on the emotions it stirs in me. That's it. Period.
I would expect any of mine to be judged similarly.
I find this difficult but not rhapsody inspiring as one reviewer seems to find it. I wonder if I were to write a poem and he were presented it as having been written by the estimable Miss Dickinson he would be as pleased as if he encountered me anew?
I give this one 5

This is a poignant love poem. A poem of unrequited love. The Angel is Cupid with the Bow which missed Emily's mark; but, to quote a certain song, her faith in love is still devout.

Well done Emily! I'm sure you are enjoying the fruits of your labor. Yes, your memory served you well and you kept it sealed from the alchemists of your day.

The line refering to 'glance and Bow' has a double entendre to which only The Truth enlightens. I see most comments here do capture the basic essense of this poem, many because they know of Emily's beliefs.

Duh.....................Not a favourite of mine Don't get it even when explained. The illusions or delusions it alludes to. Having said this it is only my opinion and I'm sure wiser heads than mine find some esoteric pleasure in it. To me it is just the wanderings of a strange and deluded mind. Hey but what do I know.

Incomprehensible to say the least. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? is she trying to say Not much I think. Possibly twaddle would fit!

Once again, please spare us your recondite readings of Dickinson's 'A Cloud withdrew from the Sky' or the simple minded renditions by such as POEWHIT -check out the road sign, will you, Willie! - or Craddock's unbelievable and fantastic explication of a lyric poem by the queen of American poetry! I can see in my mind's eye the willowy maiden and artist turning to the tall man in an officer's uniform of the Union and pointing to the scrap of paper at her feet - 'Look and see my admirer's message written on envelopes or whatever he can salvage from the officers' mess - give me a private's earnest request any day! Okay? '

just beautiful! ! ! !

The Lord does make signs and wonders for us mortals. Sort of like a road sign giving directions.