Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I CRIED AT PITY, NOT AT PAIN, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Had god willed differently Subject(s): Pity; Graves | ||||||||
I cried at Pity-not at Pain- I heard a Woman say "Poor Child"-and something in her voice Convinced me-of me- So long I fainted, to myself It seemed the common way, And Health, and Laughter, curious things- To look at, like a Toy- To sometimes hear "Rich people" buy And see the Parcel rolled- And carried, we supposed-to Heaven, For children, made of Gold- But not to touch, or wish for, Or think of, with sigh- And so and so-had been to us, Had God willed differently. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS |
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