Emily Dickinson’s “To interrupt His Yellow Plan” persuades me the sun is qualified to act as mentor; by establishing its solid, unyielding nature in words that also describe a good parent. “The Sun does not allow/ Caprices of the Atmosphere – ”

To interrupt His Yellow Plan
The Sun does not allow
Caprices of the Atmosphere –
And even when the Snow

Heaves Balls of Specks, like Vicious Boy
Directly in His Eye –
Does not so much as turn His Head
Busy with Majesty –

‘Tis His to stimulate the Earth –
And magnetize the Sea –
And bind Astronomy, in place,
Yet Any passing by

Would deem Ourselves – the busier
As the Minutest Bee
That rides – emits a Thunder –
A Bomb – to justify –

First, character. Second, the source of the conflict. Third, the plan. Fourth, like a parting thought, or postscript, busyness, or a “big stick” is not the same as meaningful purpose.

Before saying what the “grand plan” is, exactly, the poem acknowledges inevitable pitfalls and menace that will be thrown at the sun ~ and me. As I read , and imagine “… Snow/Heaves Balls of Specks, like Vicious Boy/Directly in His Eye” I am reminded of all the disappointments, losses and misfortune that seem to threaten, even wreck our lives.  But, I am also shown the mismatch of setbacks, even moods and desires, contrasted with the overall, immovable, purpose. “ ‘Tis His to stimulate the Earth – /And magnetize the Sea – /And bind Astronomy, in place,”.

Finally, its final stanza warns against confusing “purpose” with being busy; nor is the power to create havoc a “justification” for existence. After all, “.. the minutest Bee/That rides – emits a Thunder – ”.

And, it doesn’t take a genius to drop “A Bomb – to justify – ” whatever it is intended to validate.

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