Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN WINTER, IN MY ROOM, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: This was a dream Subject(s): Worms; Fear | ||||||||
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 And went along. A Trifle afterward A thing occurred I'd not believe it if I heard But state with creeping blood- A snake with mottles rare Surveyed my chamber floor In feature as the worm before But ringed with power- The very string with which I tied him-too When he was mean and new That string was there- I shrank-"How fair you are"! Propitiation's claw- "Afraid," he hissed "Of me"? "No cordiality"- He fathomed me- Then to a Rhythm Slim Secreted in his Form As Patterns swim Projected him. That time I flew Both eyes his way Lest he pursue Nor ever ceased to run Till in a distant Town Towns on from mine I set me down This was a dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE WAS A CHILD ONCE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#15) by MARVIN BELL |
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