Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT LENGTH, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Her final summer was it, / and yet we guessed it not Last Line: So leisurely were we! Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life Developed from within, -- When Death lit all the shortness up, And made the hurry plain. We wondered at our blindness, -- When nothing was to see But her Carrara guide-post, -- At our stupidity, When, duller than our dulness, The busy darling lay, So busy was she, finishing, So leisurely were we! | 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 |
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