Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I CAN WADE GRIEF, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: They'll carry — him! Subject(s): Grief; Happiness | ||||||||
I can wade Grief - Whole Pools of it - I'm used to that - But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet - And I tip - drunken - Let no Pebble - smile - 'Twas the New Liquor - That was all! Power is only Pain - Stranded, thro' Discipline, Till Weights - will hang - Give Balm - to Giants - And they'll wilt, like Men - Give Himmaleh - They'll Carry - Him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THE MIRROR LOOKS THIS MORNING by HICOK. BOB THE STUDY OF HAPPINESS by KENNETH KOCH SO MUCH HAPPINESS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE WHY ARE THEY HAPPY PEOPLE? by MAYA ANGELOU |
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