Distrustful of the Gentian —
And just to turn away,
The fluttering of her fringes
Child my perfidy —
Weary for my ———-
I will singing go —
I shall not feel the sleet — then —
I shall not fear the snow.

Flees so the phantom meadow
Before the breathless Bee —
So bubble brooks in deserts
On Ears that dying lie —
Burn so the Evening Spires
To Eyes that Closing go —
Hangs so distant Heaven —
To a hand below.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem Distrustful of the Gentian

3 Comments

  1. frumpo says:
    June 15, 2010 at 6:23 pm

    I shouldn’t doubt God because, though He is distant, there is evidence all around.

    Reply
  2. amanda says:
    April 24, 2006 at 10:38 am

    THIS IS THE WORST THING I HAVE EVER READ !!!

    Reply
  3. mizatt z says:
    November 10, 2005 at 6:44 am

    I thought it was…. TERRIBLE!

    Reply

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