My wheel is in the dark!
I cannot see a spoke
Yet know its dripping feet
Go round and round.
My foot is on the Tide!
An unfrequented road —
Yet have all roads
A clearing at the end —
Some have resigned the Loom —
Some in the busy tomb
Find quaint employ —
Some with new — stately feet —
Pass royal through the gate —
Flinging the problem back
At you and I!
I’m seeing this as a riddle poem, and riddle has something to do with a loom, the wheel kind. Foot on tide is the foot on the peddle of the loom that goes back and forth like the tide. But so many mysteries here. Why the strange metrics and rhyme scheme? Why is the tomb busy? (Busy decomposing?) Why the grammatical error at the end? (So I would rhyme with employ?)
MY wheel is in the dark.
I think that the girl feels a loneliness in her life whithout a exit. She feels her life in the deep dark.
Her mind doesn´t find the correct way that how to leave that darkness and loneliness…
Great Poem
The difficulty of being certain about God. Does the “wheel” have anything to do with the wheels of God’s providence, portrayed in Ezekiel 1:15-21?
wow Michael Wood, jus wow tht is weird.
ps do u have a gaia?
I think the waggon or whatever carries her, shows that she’s carried by life and doesn’t know where it will lead her because the wheels are ‘in the dark’
I inferred that the wheel is her life that is pulling her along, and she does not know were it is taking her.
Im in love with Emily Dickinson, If she was alive id so marry her, i want her to be my babys mama
this poem is quiet weird but it is cool
This is an interesting poem. I believe she feels like her life is in the dark and it is hard for her to see the Light in her situation at the end of this dark road in her life.
This is an interesting poem. I believe she feels like her life is in the dark and it is hard for her to see the Light in her situation at the end of this dark road in her life.