M. Alexander
Anne Bradstreet &
Anne Bradstreet
Anne Bradstreet
Edward Taylor
Edward Taylor
Edward Taylor
Mary Rowlandson
Mary Rowlandson
Mary Rowlandson
Christopher Columbus
Christopher Columbus
Jonathan Edwards (Theologian)
Olaudah Equiano
Olaudah Equiano
Phillis Wheatley
Phillis Wheatley
Phillis Wheatley
Phillis Wheatley
Phillis Wheatley
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams
Wallace Stevens
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound & Li Po
H. D. (Hilda Doolittle)
e. e. cummings
e. e. cummings
e. e. cummings
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
Zora Neale Hurston
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
Countee Cullen
Countee Cullen
Maxine Hong Kingston
Alice Walker
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Dickinson usues a metaphor — a personified gun — to describe the speaker’s life; a life serving an unidentified “Master”. This gun remains unused in the speaker’s possession until this “Master” or “Owner takes it from her. Until then the speaker/gun serves this man, guarding him.
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My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
In Corners—till a Day
The Owner passed—identified
And carried Me away
And now We roam in Sovereign Woods
And now We hunt the Doe
And every time I speak for Him
The Mountains straight reply
And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through
And when at Night—Our good Day done
I guard My Master's Head
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow—to have shared
To foe of His—I'm deadly foe
None stir the second time
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye
Or an emphatic Thumb
Though I than He—may longer live
He longer must—than I
For I have but the power to kill
Without—the power to die