A WORD MADE FLESH IS SELDOM:
A CONVERSATION BETWEEN CERTAIN POEMS OF
EMILY DICKINSON AND ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE
by Elaine Maria Upton
Page 4Dickinson's "A Word Made Flesh Is Seldom" is a complex and rich poem that suggests to me now some occasional entry of the speaker into the joys of the body.
Each one of us has tastedBesides the allusion to Christ as the Incarnated Word and the rare high achievement of language as one with experience, the poem suggests the tasting of a forbidden fruit, seldomly tasted, but seldom is not never, as we can hear a hint of in a few other poems.
Today or this noonWho is "she" that was "almost touched"? More pronounced as an entry into the body's expression of love is
Her face was in a bed of hair,Still, these instances of entry into the body are rare in Dickinson's poetry. If Grimke were reading and responding in poetry, what might she say?
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