Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEN I WAS SMALL, A WOMAN DIED, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: In yonder maryland Subject(s): Death – Mothers; Death – Children; American Civil War | ||||||||
When I was small, a Woman died - Today - her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac - His face all Victory To look at her - How slowly The Seasons must have turned Till Bullets clipt an Angle And He passed quickly round - If pride shall be in Paradise - Ourself cannot decide - Of their imperial Conduct - No person testified - But, proud in Apparition - That Woman and her Boy Pass back and forth, before my Brain As even in the sky - I'm confident that Bravoes - Perpetual break abroad For Braveries, remote as this In Scarlet Maryland | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BROWN'S BODY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A VISIT TO GETTYSBURG by LUCILLE CLIFTON AFTER SPOTSYLVANIA COURT HOUSE by DAVID FERRY ACROSS THE LONG DARK BORDER by EDWARD HIRSCH WALT WHITMAN IN THE CIVIL WAR HOSPITALS by DAVID IGNATOW THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |
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