Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORNS LIKE THESE WE PARTED, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: And this linnet flew! Subject(s): Death | ||||||||
Morns like these - we parted Noons like these - she rose! Fluttering first - then firmer To her fair repose - Never did she lisp it And 'twas not for me - She was mute for transport I, for agony! Till the evening nearing One the shutters drew - Quick! a sharper rustling! And this linnet flew! | 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 HOW THE MIRROR LOOKS THIS MORNING by HICOK. BOB |
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