A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—
I hunted all the Sand—
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand—

His Mighty Balls—in death were thick—
But searching—I could see
A Vision on the Retina
Of Water—and of me—

'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—

Emily Dickinson


Anyone else here like her.. She is one of my all time fovorites

-Nella Wafer

I think I might nee a translator for that one, hard to understand. What's the title of this btw? I never have seen this before.

Its called A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink.. See all of her poems are named after the first sentence in her poems.. The reason behind this is that she was a person that kept to her self and when she died, she had in her will that her family was to burn all the poems she wrote and as you can see they did not.. Now she is one of the most known poets in the world... I find it to be a very kool story.. Ooo and the poem is basicly about a preacher she had an affair with..

-Nella Wafer