Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—
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Comments about A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink by Emily Dickinson

  • Indira Renganathan (10/19/2016 10:12:00 AM)


    All praises have been said already by many poets here.. I only have to say that this poem has given me an any-time visual of the content to my heart....you are ever a great poet Emily (Report) Reply

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  • (9/22/2016 12:54:00 AM)


    A superb poem displaying the role of the destiny and reiterating the saying man proposes but god disposes. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (4/14/2016 5:08:00 PM)


    Emily Dickinson wrote many poems that explored this theme of “too little too late, ” It is a sad end when you try so hard to make a difference in life but she knew that was the more likely outcome to her attempt to change the course of fate. I enjoyed her words: sped too slow twas not his blame- who died. Emily can have a fairly tart outlook- she is not all peaches and cream by any means (Report) Reply

  • (10/31/2015 3:08:00 AM)


    Emily's poems were not conventional as these were written solely for the purpose of expressing herself. In seeking publication it appears that her motive was more to be have some acknowledgement of her emotions than just fame. Reading her biography she appears to be a highly sensitive person who lived with herself much more than others. She observed everything very thoroughly and attached herself with little events so much so that she could see poetry everywhere. With this reference if we reflect on her current poem - She is talking about a man she thought of as very strong and is referring here as Tiger. Somewhere the two shared a very strong bond of trust. Emily tried all she could while dying tiger carried the vision of Emily and what she carried with herself (reference of water) which was so precious to the dying master and he craved for in his last breath. Most probably she felt it was wrong thing to happen that they could not meet before his death but her intelligence told her that it was no one's fault. So it appears that she abruptly ended the poem as she could not convince herself entirely with what she wrote in last para. (Report) Reply

  • (6/19/2014 10:31:00 PM)


    Yes peoples! She is speaking of the tigers eyeballs! Lol. I really love the first two stanzas but for some reason I find the whole last one just doesn't resonate well with the first two. I think she could have come up with a better way to end the piece while still having him die in the end.
    Love your little ditty there Capt'n! ! ! !
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  • Michelle Claus (6/19/2014 11:46:00 AM)


    I hadn't interpreted this poem in the *Rated R* way, but doing so certainly alters its tone. ;) Interpreting this work more mournfully, and with yearning, it haunts me. Do not care for its final line, but this central line captivates me: I could see a vision of the retina of water. This line swirls in mystique for my humble mind. (Report) Reply

  • Steve Lang (6/19/2014 6:48:00 AM)


    Didn't realise ED could be quite so naughty....delicious! ! (Report) Reply

    Smol Mad Rad Cat Smol Mad Rad Cat (6/19/2014 5:03:00 PM)

    I do believe that she meant 'balls' as in 'eyeballs'. ]n[

  • (6/19/2014 5:45:00 AM)


    Emily was clever
    when she brought that drink
    she knew what every man
    who had a set
    would ultimately think.

    That's about as profound as I get.
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  • (5/4/2014 8:16:00 AM)


    Oh. poor tiger. Lots of empathy for the dying beauty. (Report) Reply

  • (4/29/2014 9:57:00 PM)


    ...........a wonderful write...enjoyed reading this one.. (Report) Reply

  • (3/30/2014 7:26:00 PM)


    .....I love the fact the poet showed compassion and mercy for the dying tiger.....
    and went to offer him a drink...but was to late....a sad poem
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  • (6/19/2013 2:01:00 AM)


    In time of Death, the Doctor is not to be blamed for not speeding up his professional Acts.....the Victim either is not to be blamed for his/her death....no one is to be blamed when fate intervenes....no one is to be blamed when nature takes it cause. Emily.D (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (6/19/2013 12:36:00 AM)


    Emily D used to be my favorite poetess in student life... her pauses and caesurae inspired me much...this is a great poem! (Report) Reply

  • Oludipe Oyin Samuel (6/20/2012 3:12:00 AM)


    It's refreshing a piece. (Report) Reply

  • (6/19/2012 9:57:00 PM)


    Did Ms. Dickinson pray to revive a tiger who might well have seen her as prey? Assuaging guilt and balancing it against the savage law of survival, Ms. Dickinson did cup her hand with only drops of water from a stone, not nearly enough to corporally save a tiger so, such drops could only be a baptismal appeal to enlighten the savage. The imagery is a little less sharp than usual for one of the most lucid poets I have ever read as it is unlikely it was forged from actual experience. Whether she found inspiration for this poem from watering her lilies or not, I say wonderful to this dear, gentle, gifted soul. (Report) Reply

  • (6/19/2012 11:14:00 AM)


    Emily Dickinson wrote poetry for herself; she didn't seek publication, notoriety, fame. She led a rather insular life, and from there, her imagination supplied the grist for her material. I love that her poetry is free of ego and vanity. (Report) Reply

  • Martin O'Neill (6/19/2012 2:06:00 AM)


    I am with Yacov on this one. Most 'great' poets have a few truly stunning poems and a lot of average ones in print. Emily Dickinson is no different. I actually rather like this one, the picture of the dead eye reflecting her and the water she bore and the acknowledgement of the helplessness she felt. It paints an interesting vignette. (Report) Reply

  • Soham Shukla (6/19/2012 2:05:00 AM)


    I love Life - Death poems. Thats the simple reason why i loved this one. (Report) Reply

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (6/19/2011 8:03:00 AM)


    Unique picturisation of a stronger in helpless moment of its evaporation. Documentation of a death depicts the poetic strength of an word-artist. Diction with its ultimate message makes the reader much conscious about a timeless creation in poetic field........
    'Twas not my blame—who sped too slow—
    'Twas not his blame—who died
    While I was reaching him—
    But 'twas—the fact that He was dead—

    Yes, the fact is that, no one is much powerful than death. And it happens, when time comes whether it be a wild tiger or a little mouse.
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  • Kevin Straw (6/19/2010 8:14:00 AM)


    This is a very interesting poem.

    The Poet stands before the dead tiger seeing her charitable gesture in its eyes, and she feels the eyes accuse her for its death.

    When we give charity too late to be of use, it is a temptation sometimes to blame the recipient – “Why did you make it impossible for me to do you good? ” And it is also tempting to blame ourselves - even though we did all we could humanly do we felt that “we sped too late”. In failing to do good, we sometimes feel someone must be blamed.

    But when our charity becomes pointless because the need for it has gone, then, so long as we tried as hard as we could, we can attribute blame to no one. We need to be stoical and accept the situation.
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