Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MASTER, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: He fumbles at your spirit [or, soul] Last Line: That scalps your naked soul. Subject(s): God | ||||||||
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, . Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow, By fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow . Your breath has time to straighten, Your brain to bubble cool, -- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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