Sunday, January 2, 2011

I would like an analysis of Emily Eickinson's poem " Ah, Teneriffe!" with attention to its name and the color purple.


Ah,
Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for
you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red
Adieu!

Still—Clad in your Mail of ices—
Thigh of Granite—and
thew—of Steel—
Heedless—alike—of pomp—or parting

Ah,
Teneriffe!
I'm
kneeling—still—



According to
legend, many islands of the chain of the Canary Islands, located off the coast of Spain,
were believed to have been the uppermost peaks of the city of Atlantis.  When Atlantis
sank, these peaks were the only thing above sea level. This belief, then, seems
applicable to Miss Dickinson's poem as the second line calls the island of Teneriffe the
"retreating mountain."  On this isle of Teneriffe, there is a volcano called El Tiede,
the highest point in Spain, whose summit is covered with
snow. 


One can only assume that the reclusive Emily
Dickinson saw a painting or drawing of these Canary Islands and was moved by the natural
beauty and majesty of them as she writes in her signature fourteeners” (a line of iambic
tetrameter followed by one of iambic trimeter).  Her line "Purple of Ages--pause for
you" certainly suggests that she was aware of Teneriffe's connection to the legend of
Atlantis, a city of great majesty. Thus, the connotation of purple
here is that of its regal quality, the color that kings wore, and the
richness of the color as it is composed of blue and red, suggested in the lines that
have "her Sapphire Regiment" of islands and the "Red Adieu" of the sunset over these
islands.  In accordance with the majestic sight of Teneriffe, purple
offers a mystic quality and connects with an infinite consciousness that
befits the contemplation of such natural magnificience displayed by
Tenriffe. 

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