Bound — a trouble —
And lives can bear it!
Limit — how deep a bleeding go!
So — many — drops — of vital scarlet —
Deal with the soul
As with Algebra!

Tell it the Ages — to a cypher —
And it will ache — contented — on —
Sing — at its pain — as any Workman —
Notching the fall of the Even Sun!

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem Bound — a trouble

1 Comment

  1. frumpo says:

    Thoughts on some never-ending suffering.

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