My Life Had Stood a Loaded Gun

first dive-in of emily dickinson's work; gives off quite much the 19th century vibes, but comparing to those of William Blake, Wordsworth's works, then these are much easier to be understood when you're just stepping into poetry. her language shares the very sentimenality and sensitivity, a lot of imagery is used, references to the myths, the Bible, etc. which requires a bit of digging. and i could dogear quite a couple poems from this selection, which spells correct financial spending decision, a good investment to keep the day abright!

here's to key the title piece:

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 Sovreign 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
Opon the Valley glow -
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let it's 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 -

and so it is simple but beautiful