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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWAS WARM - AT FIRST - LIKE US, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: But dropped like adamant Subject(s): Death | |||
'Twas warm - at first - like Us - Until there crept upon A Chill - like frost upon a Glass - Till all the scene - be gone. The Forehead copied Stone - The Fingers grew too cold To ache - and like a Skater's Brook - The busy eyes - congealed - It straightened - that was all - It crowded Cold to Cold - It multiplied indifference - As Pride were all it could - And even when with Cords - 'Twas lowered, like a Weight - It made no Signal, nor demurred, But dropped like Adamant | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY HOW THE MIRROR LOOKS THIS MORNING by HICOK. BOB |
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