A poet started to touch on it this way, “It might be lonelier without the Loneliness—“
Emily Dickinson’s self imposed house arrest allowed her eyes to see and her words to express things that other mortals often avoid. The poet is deliberate in capitalizing “the Loneliness” for she is speaking of something that is beyond surface. Her existential concern (hinted at by the capitol letter L in this case) grasps at that which casts forward past known time and limited place. Hope is a theme in her work because of the confidence she gained in the enigmatic hope supplier.
This is not Pollyanna dreaming. This is hard won, tested and true. It is mixed with fears and challenges and suffering. It wins only because of the Winner.
“When I hoped I feared—
Since I hoped I dared
As a Church remain—
Spectre cannot harm—
Serpent cannot charm—
He deposes Doom
Who hath suffered him—“
The small painting inserted here got finished today. It is one from the series I mentioned last post. Looking up is not the anesthesia of escape artists. It is rather a choice, based on sure evidence made more necessary in darkening times. It looks in trust toward that (rather Him) who holds beyond our fragile spaces.
first fragment cited is from Dickinson’s poem #405, the second is the entire poem #1181 (Johnson’s Chronology)