A discussion of Emily Dickinson’s poem “The Dying Tiger” which includes sensuality, mortality and even, perhaps, vulgarity, but no sex, no consummation and no communion either. The poem’s two bodies, and two selves, never even touch, and it is this distance that kills the male and condemns the female to waste away (though she lives on with her poetry and regrets).
William Eaton, Zeteo Editorial Adviser [One in an ongoing series of posts. For the full series see Zeteo is Reading.] 7 July 2013 Reading various things in the process of preparing an essay on Plato’s dialogue Lysis, the foremost subject of which is φιλία (philia), which in this context has traditionally been translated as “friendship.” Thus a week of readings related to friendship beckons. A first bit—or salvo—from a journal entry of Thoreau’s, November 3, 1858: Nothing makes me so dejected as […]