In Time Of Grief Poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese

In Time Of Grief

Rating: 2.8


Dark, thinned, beside the wall of stone,
The box dripped in the air;
Its odor through my house was blown
Into the chamber there.

Remote and yet distinct the scent,
The sole thing of the kind,
As though one spoke a word half meant
That left a sting behind.

I knew not Grief would go from me,
And naught of it be plain,
Except how keen the box can be
After a fall of rain.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 19 May 2014

I'm very confused by this box! First I thought coffin but that just doesn't' fit with the poem. I'm lost!

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Thomas Vaughan Jones 18 January 2014

I can appreciate that the three quatrains have a rhyme scheme and a certain degree of assonance, but the application of metaphors is very obscure. What does the box signify? Why is it dripping? Where does the sting appear? These appear to be simply mundane words to fill out the verse but have no significant meaning. The poem doesn't elevate the language or create any emotion for me.

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