Emily Dickinson

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

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


A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—
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  • Ramesh T A (6/19/2010 2:18:00 AM)

    Prey of tiger cannot escape and so also the fate of tiger cannot be changed by mercy! (Report) Reply

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  • (6/19/2010 1:06:00 AM)

    This poem is by no means among her best. For all its strange syntax and violations of conventional grammar, it is nonetheless clear. In the beginning, the speaker sees a dying tiger, and then proceeds to find some water for it. By the time she returns with water, the tiger is dead. Curiously, she and the water are reflected in the tiger's eye. I've had a somewhat similar experience with one of my cats, while I did everything to help save it or at least alleviate some of its suffering. This poem is about compassion, but that even compassion often has its limits. The sufferers still have to suffer and die alone, while those around are often helpless. They can't help in the way they feel is adequate.

    I love Emily's work, though as in the case of most classic poets, her reputation is inflated. Out of the nearly 2000 poems she wrote, I cannot find more than about 25 that are truly great. Most of her work reads like footnotes on grand or serious themes, which is to say that they are nowhere near sufficiently developed enough to stand as satisfying poems. They simply end too abruptly.Yes, less is often more; I certainly prefer suggestiveness to plain statement. BUT she takes it to the extreme: most of her poems lack richness precisely because there is insufficient development of theme.

    For those readers who love animal poems I strongly recommend those of Robinson Jeffers, in particular 'Hurt Hawks' and 'Vulture'. He has written some of the best I've ever read.
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  • Is It Poetry James Mclain (6/19/2009 5:03:00 PM)

    It has been awhile, I know Emily.
    To know and stay unknowing,
    mighty sand it drinks it dries it.
    Frantically, held aloft soft palms.
    Once heavy, so helpless, waning.
    Sun grasps tigers soft, last moan.
    How they wonder even when sea,
    in lives wave there deaths abased.
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  • Adeline Foster (6/19/2009 4:35:00 PM)

    Sorry fellows, but she meant the balls to be the globes of the eyes—note the immediate reference to the retina. She was looking into them as into a crystal ball. There they saw the saving possibility–water and she. Many of Emily Dickenson’s poems deal with the transitory condition of life. Her mother died in her young childhood; she nursed her father until his death. Her apparent acceptance of these facts and yet a quest to understand is found throughout her writing. The compassion and yet the acceptance is found in this poem. This is a deep traverse into the very essence of her thinking.
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  • (6/19/2009 3:26:00 PM)

    I am a Dickinson fan. However, would one of those who praised this poem please enlighten us as to its meaning and why they praised it? It would certainly help me to also appreciate it better. :) (Report) Reply

  • (6/19/2009 9:06:00 AM)

    I fully agree with abby (Report) Reply

  • (6/19/2009 6:26:00 AM)

    Emily Dickenson was amazing, I take inspiration from her works, which live on through her own death.

    Alice x
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  • (6/19/2009 5:36:00 AM)

    I'm not one to be negative, but ummm, what tyhe hell is going on in this one. a strange choice for poem of the day, and a strange poem for such a classic poet.
    With respect,
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  • Chris Newlash (6/19/2009 3:51:00 AM)

    hah! she said balls! lol you guys should read some of my poems: D (Report) Reply

  • (1/11/2009 11:03:00 AM)

    Sheer perfection! Ms. Dickinson adds an unique poem.... to my faves. So glad this was the poem of the day! (Report) Reply

  • (6/19/2007 9:53:00 AM)

    Struggling for salvation ms Dickinson, an expressive need for....late compassion.Utter delight to explore in the daidalus of her genuine poetic soul, even if this is a small token... (Report) Reply

  • Jon Alan (6/19/2007 12:55:00 AM)

    In her unique style, Ms. Dickinson carries one theme throughout the poem until the last few lines, then delivers the coup de grâce, the twist of fate and intended entendre, as in her poem 'A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree'. (Report) Reply

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