A Wounded Deer — leaps highest —
I’ve heard the Hunter tell —
‘Tis but the Ecstasy of death —
And then the Brake is still!

The Smitten Rock that gushes!
The trampled Steel that springs!
A Cheek is always redder
Just where the Hectic stings!

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish
In which it Cautious Arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And “you’re hurt” exclaim!

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6 Comments

  1. frumpo says:

    We hide our sorrows.

  2. Allie says:

    “Only an American would say that this poem makes no sense”
    My feelings exactly-it would only make no sense to an imbecile.
    It obviously is speaking to a great suffering that has made her strive against the issue at hand.

  3. Allie says:

    “Only an American would say that this poem makes no sense”
    My feelings exactly-it would only make no sense to an imbecile.
    It obviously is speaking to a great suffering that has made her strive against the issue at hand.

  4. Cris Smith says:

    I’ve never posted comments before but saying that this poem is nonsense is sacrilegeous!
    “A wounded deer leaps highest” what a great image to express the leap of a great poet that had felt wounded by the world. (Dickinson to Higgins: “Thanks for the surgery, I am circular / “This is a letter to the world that never wrote to me”, etc.). Much more could be said about it but just as food for thought — for those who take literature and poetry seriously — think about Lavinia (Titus Andronicus) and think about the proverbial wounded deer withdrawing to die. Think about “deer” and “dear”.

  5. Mike Detwiler says:

    Well, it may seem incoherent, but it still could pass for extremely early (by about 130 years) hell metal! I can easily imagine someone like Exodus, King Diamond or maybe even Demon Burger (Dimmu Borgir) grunting these lyrics over a sludgy backdrop of evil, chugging dropped-D riffs … then switching to squealing Flying-V solos over a double-bass blast beat in the choruses … numsane?

  6. brian swenson says:

    this poem makes no sense at all

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