Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, ‘t is said, a sinking man Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever To that abhorred abode Where hope and he part company,— For he is grasped of God. The Maker’s cordial visage, However good to see, Is shunned, we
Tag: Emily Dickinson
Can you unpack this riddle? Not knowing when the Dawn will come, I open every Door, Or has it Feathers, like a Bird, Or Billows, like a Shore — Emily Dickinson Riddles help to expand our minds and to question the way we use language to convey meaning. What is the meaning of this poem?