That after Horror — that ’twas us —
That passed the mouldering Pier —
Just as the Granite Crumb let go —
Our Savior, by a Hair —
A second more, had dropped too deep
For Fisherman to plumb —
The very profile of the Thought
Puts Recollection numb —
The possibility — to pass
Without a Moment’s Bell —
Into Conjecture’s presence —
Is like a Face of Steel —
That suddenly looks into ours
With a metallic grin —
The Cordiality of Death —
Who drills his Welcome in —
A near-death experience.
This poem seems different than what I normally read. Its like something happened that she witnessed and that she was trying to tell us
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This Was different then many poems i read
This is the most powerful poem ever. I can write a poem like this but not know what it means. This one I can actually understand!
that was great because it fits the familys who just lopst somebody. and you are a great poet
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that was great because it fits the familys who just lopst somebody. and you are a great poet
cassie brown ponca city ok