Emily Dickinson

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

I Can Wade Grief - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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I can wade Grief—
Whole Pools of it—
I'm used to that—
But the least push of Joy
Breaks up my feet—
And I tip—drunken—
Let no Pebble—smile—
'Twas the New Liquor—
That was all!

Power is only Pain—
Stranded, thro' Discipline,
Till Weights—will hang—
Give Balm—to Giants—
And they'll wilt, like Men—
Give Himmaleh—
They'll Carry—Him!


Comments about I Can Wade Grief by Emily Dickinson

  • (4/5/2018 10:17:00 PM)


    A variation on the Petrarchan sonnet, with a 9-line octave and 7-line sestet'. Is the problem grief and the resolution faith? And is the final Him Christ? I think more complex, just like it's a sonnet plus. (Report) Reply

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  • Tapan M. Saren (4/23/2017 8:44:00 AM)


    I can't grasp it.......... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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