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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I GOT SO I COULD TAKE HIS NAME, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Itself, too vast, for interrupting – more – Subject(s): Love – Loss Of; Mourning | |||
I got so I could take his name - Without - Tremendous gain - That Stop-sensation - on my Soul - And Thunder - in the Room - I got so I could walk across That Angle in the floor, Where he turned so, and I turned - how - And all our Sinew tore - I got so I could stir the Box - In which his letters grew Without that forcing, in my breath - As Staples - driven through - Could dimly recollect a Grace - I think, they call it "God" - Renowned to ease Extremity - When Formula, had failed - And shape my Hands - Petition's way, Tho' ignorant of a word That Ordination - utters - My Business - with the Cloud, If any Power behind it, be, Not subject to Despair - It care, in some remoter way, For so minute affair As Misery - Itself, too vast, for interrupting - more - | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART FAITH' IS A FINE INVENTION by EMILY DICKINSON |
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