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A single Screw of Flesh. Analysis (ai): This poem explores the transformative power of love, positioning it as a divine force that transcends earthly boundaries. It is written in the first person, with the speaker reflecting on a profound encounter that has altered their perspective. The poem employs vivid imagery and concise language to create ...
I send Two Sunsets. Analysis (ai): This poem playfully examines the speaker's rivalry with the sun in creating "sunsets." The speaker emphasizes the efficiency of their "product," highlighting the practicality of smaller, "convenient" sunsets over the sun's larger, time-consuming ones. Compared to Dickinson's other works, this poem stands out ...
The Sunrise runs for Both—. The East—Her Purple Troth. Keeps with the Hill—. The Noon unwinds Her Blue. Till One Breadth cover Two—. Remotest—still—. Nor does the Night forget. A Lamp for Each—to set—. Wicks wide away—.
The Rose did caper on her cheek—. Her Bodice rose and fell—. Her pretty speech—like drunken men—. Did stagger pitiful—. Her fingers fumbled at her work—. Her needle would not go—. What ailed so smart a little Maid—. It puzzled me to know—. Till opposite—I spied a cheek.
Apr 17. Hamdi1 - I like it I will memorise it. Amazing! Mar 26. Wisepenny - Blah Blah Blah. Mar 24. Kanchana16 - Shoet poem but real worth of these line is only known by the efforts that's build character of success Loved it. Mar 20. Ian Konopatzke - Another beauteous work by one of my favorite poets.
For Death — or rather. Analysis (ai): This poem explores the allure of death, presenting it as a tempting exchange for life's uncertainties. The speaker values the "Room" and "Escape" that death offers, as well as the potential for a "Name" beyond mortality. In contrast, life's "Opportunity" is seen as something to be "put away."
1670. In Winter in my Room. I came upon a Worm—. Pink, lank and warm—. But as he was a worm. And worms presume. Not quite with him at home—. Secured him by a string. To something neighboring.
