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A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink


A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—
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  • * Sunprincess * (3/30/2014 7:26:00 PM)

    .....I love the fact the poet showed compassion and mercy for the dying tiger.....
    and went to offer him a drink...but was to late....a sad poem

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  • Ugochukwu Benjamin Aneke (6/19/2013 2:01:00 AM)

    In time of Death, the Doctor is not to be blamed for not speeding up his professional Acts.....the Victim either is not to be blamed for his/her one is to be blamed when fate one is to be blamed when nature takes it cause. Emily.D

  • Shahzia Batool (6/19/2013 12:36:00 AM)

    Emily D used to be my favorite poetess in student life... her pauses and caesurae inspired me much...this is a great poem!

  • Oludipe Oyin Samuel (6/20/2012 3:12:00 AM)

    It's refreshing a piece.

  • Allison Helman (6/19/2012 9:57:00 PM)

    Did Ms. Dickinson pray to revive a tiger who might well have seen her as prey? Assuaging guilt and balancing it against the savage law of survival, Ms. Dickinson did cup her hand with only drops of water from a stone, not nearly enough to corporally save a tiger so, such drops could only be a baptismal appeal to enlighten the savage. The imagery is a little less sharp than usual for one of the most lucid poets I have ever read as it is unlikely it was forged from actual experience. Whether she found inspiration for this poem from watering her lilies or not, I say wonderful to this dear, gentle, gifted soul.

  • Carlos Echeverria (6/19/2012 11:14:00 AM)

    Emily Dickinson wrote poetry for herself; she didn't seek publication, notoriety, fame. She led a rather insular life, and from there, her imagination supplied the grist for her material. I love that her poetry is free of ego and vanity.

  • Martin O'Neill (6/19/2012 2:06:00 AM)

    I am with Yacov on this one. Most 'great' poets have a few truly stunning poems and a lot of average ones in print. Emily Dickinson is no different. I actually rather like this one, the picture of the dead eye reflecting her and the water she bore and the acknowledgement of the helplessness she felt. It paints an interesting vignette.

  • Soham Shukla (6/19/2012 2:05:00 AM)

    I love Life - Death poems. Thats the simple reason why i loved this one.

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (6/19/2011 8:03:00 AM)

    Unique picturisation of a stronger in helpless moment of its evaporation. Documentation of a death depicts the poetic strength of an word-artist. Diction with its ultimate message makes the reader much conscious about a timeless creation in poetic field........
    'Twas not my blame—who sped too slow—
    'Twas not his blame—who died
    While I was reaching him—
    But 'twas—the fact that He was dead—

    Yes, the fact is that, no one is much powerful than death. And it happens, when time comes whether it be a wild tiger or a little mouse.

  • Kevin Straw (6/19/2010 8:14:00 AM)

    This is a very interesting poem.

    The Poet stands before the dead tiger seeing her charitable gesture in its eyes, and she feels the eyes accuse her for its death.

    When we give charity too late to be of use, it is a temptation sometimes to blame the recipient – “Why did you make it impossible for me to do you good? ” And it is also tempting to blame ourselves - even though we did all we could humanly do we felt that “we sped too late”. In failing to do good, we sometimes feel someone must be blamed.

    But when our charity becomes pointless because the need for it has gone, then, so long as we tried as hard as we could, we can attribute blame to no one. We need to be stoical and accept the situation.

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