Today, you are a member of… Enough Natter, Poetry!
Because as least with poetry, the contradictions are meant to make you think, not freakout.
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun by Emily Dickenson
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun – In Corners – till a Day The Owner passed – identified – And carried Me away – And now We roam in Sovreign Woods – And now We hunt the Doe – And every time I speak for Him The Mountains straight reply – And do I smile, such cordial light Opon the Valley glow – It is as a Vesuvian face Had let it’s pleasure through – And when at Night – Our good Day done – I guard My Master’s Head – ’Tis better than the Eider Duck’s Deep Pillow – to have shared – To foe of His – I’m deadly foe – None stir the second time – On whom I lay a Yellow Eye – Or an emphatic Thumb – Though I than He – may longer live He longer must – than I – For I have but the power to kill, Without – the power to die –
