Saturday, October 18, 2008

Was Emily Dickinson writing about politicians?

Found this poem here. Did a bit of research and some say it is a love poem, some say religious. Maybe she had politicians in mind?

He fumbles at your spirit

He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees,

Prepares your brittle substance
For the ethereal blow,
By fainter hammers, further heard,
Then nearer, then so slow

Your breath has time to straighten,
Your brain to bubble cool, --
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.