The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man
For is it not his Bed —
His Advocate — his Edifice?
How safe his fallen Head
In her disheveled Sanctity —
Above him is the sky —
Oblivion bending over him
And Honor leagues away.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man

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