How many times these low feet staggered —
Only the soldered mouth can tell —
Try — can you stir the awful rivet —
Try — can you lift the hasps of steel!
Stroke the cool forehead — hot so often —
Lift — if you care — the listless hair —
Handle the adamantine fingers
Never a thimble — more — shall wear —
Buzz the dull flies — on the chamber window —
Brave — shines the sun through the freckled pane —
Fearless — the cobweb swings from the ceiling —
Indolent Housewife — in Daisies — lain!
lmao this is so funny to read over 10 years later since yall wrote these comments
fax lol the shade on miguel is next level
A suffering housewife dies, and Nature lives on.
this poem isn’t about steel it is about a tomb with all respects of it rotting. it is showing how hard the housewife had worked just to become rotted by the sun and ate by flies. Also getting covered by cobwebs. Whoever Miguel is sure is shallow for thinking it was about steel.
I hated this poem because everything is about STEEL!!!! I think there was something wrong with this Dickinson GiRl… she’s nutsssssss
this poem rock im studing poems i skool and this 1 was great