Is there such a thing as too much paradise? According to Emily Dickinson, it was. She uses the metaphor of a bee, to stress out the importance of too much Eden.
About Poem 205: “Come slowly – Eden!”
Maybe in a way, Dickinson wanted to tell us there is also such a thing as too much happiness. Too much of anything, that isn’t good. Her poem is that typical down to earth style of her. In a way, this can be considered as a sort-off warning. For those of us, who want too much.
Eden seems to refer to the Garden of Eden or paradise. But is this really that place? Remember, that Eden is also a person’s name. Does this person need to take it slow? Especially, when it comes to her love? If you read it like this, this warning becomes a love poem. A poem that takes the time, to make the reader understand that rushing into love is never a good thing. It takes two people to love and this love must grow.
And then there is this Jessamine or a multiplicity. Jessamine is a variation to Jasmine. Another person? Not likely. Here Dickinson uses the delicacy of this flower to make the reader understand, that the nectar of this flower can cause the bee to faint. Just like any other flower with fragrance, this flower was supposed to be found in the Garden of Eden.
Is there such a thing as a fainting bee? Probably. Dickinson used this – again – as a metaphor. The bee doesn’t faint, it dies. Those feelings of love, they can be quite overwhelming. When it comes to one-sided love, these feelings can have a major impact on someone’s life. Is she debating the possibility of suicide? Or is she referring to this sensitivity that needs to be treated with care?
Eight lines of text, two stanzas and so many questions! This is Dickinson Poetry that people all over the world love so much! That is why we dedicated this last year of the month to her life and her work. December is Emily Dickinson Month.
Poem 205: Come slowly- Eden!
Come slowly – Eden!
Lips unused to Thee –
Bashful – sip thy Jessamines –
As the fainting Bee –
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums –
Counts his nectars –
Enters – and is lost in Balms.
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